What pangs must have been those of Lady Southdown, and what an utter castaway she must have thought her son-in-law for permitting such a godless diversion!


And when, on the return of the family from an oratorio at Winchester, the Baronet announced to the young ladies that he should next year very probably take them to the "county balls," they worshipped him for his kindness.

When the Baronet announced to the young ladies that next year he should probably take them to the "county balls," they worshipped him for his kindness.

Chapter 45: Between Hampshire and London


Lady Jane was only too obedient, and perhaps glad herself to go.


The Dowager wrote off the direst descriptions of her daughter's worldly behaviour to the authoress of the Washerwoman of Finchley Common at the Cape; and her house in Brighton being about this time unoccupied, returned to that watering-place, her absence being not very much deplored by her children.

The Countess of Southdown wrote the direst descriptions of her daughter's worldly behaviour to her other daughter Emily; and returned to Brighton, not very much missed.


We may suppose, too, that Rebecca, on paying a second visit to Queen's Crawley, did not feel particularly grieved at the absence of the lady of the medicine chest; though she wrote a Christmas letter to her Ladyship, in which she respectfully recalled herself to Lady Southdown's recollection, spoke with gratitude of the delight which her Ladyship's conversation had given her on the former visit, dilated on the kindness with which her Ladyship had treated her in sickness, and declared that everything at Queen's Crawley reminded her of her absent friend.

Rebecca, on her second visit to Queen's Crawley, did not feel grieved at Lady Southdown's absence; though she wrote a respectful Christmas letter to her Ladyship, declaring that everything at Queen's Crawley reminded her of her absent friend.


A great part of the altered demeanour and popularity of Sir Pitt Crawley might have been traced to the counsels of that astute little lady of Curzon Street.

A great part of Sir Pitt's altered popularity might have been traced to the advice of the astute Rebecca.


"You remain a Baronet--you consent to be a mere country gentleman," she said to him, while he had been her guest in London.

"You, content to be a mere country gentleman?" she said.


"No, Sir Pitt Crawley, I know you better.


You fancy you hide them both, but you can conceal neither from me.


I showed Lord Steyne your pamphlet on malt.


He was familiar with it, and said it was in the opinion of the whole Cabinet the most masterly thing that had appeared on the subject.

He said it was in the opinion of the whole Cabinet the most masterly thing that had appeared on the subject.


The Ministry has its eye upon you, and I know what you want.


You want to distinguish yourself in Parliament; every one says you are the finest speaker in England (for your speeches at Oxford are still remembered).

You want to distinguish yourself in Parliament; everyone says you are the finest speaker in England (for your speeches at Oxford are still remembered).


You want to be Member for the County, where, with your own vote and your borough at your back, you can command anything.


And you want to be Baron Crawley of Queen's Crawley, and will be before you die.

You want to be Baron Crawley, and will be before you die.


If I had a husband who possessed your intellect as he does your name, I sometimes think I should not be unworthy of him--but--but I am your kinswoman now," she added with a laugh.

If I had a husband who possessed your intellect, I think I should not be unworthy of him - but - but I am your kinswoman now," she added with a laugh.


"Poor little penniless, I have got a little interest--and who knows, perhaps the mouse may be able to aid the lion."

"Poor little penniless me. Yet who knows, perhaps the mouse may aid the lion."


Pitt Crawley was amazed and enraptured with her speech.


"I never could get Jane to read three pages of the malt pamphlet.


She has no idea that I have commanding talents or secret ambition.


So they remember my speaking at Oxford, do they?


Now that I represent my borough and may sit for the county, they begin to recollect me!

Now that I represent my borough, they begin to recollect me!


Why, Lord Steyne cut me at the levee last year; they are beginning to find out that Pitt Crawley is some one at last.


Yes, the man was always the same whom these people neglected: it was only the opportunity that was wanting, and I will show them now that I can speak and act as well as write.

I will show them that I can speak and act as well as write


Achilles did not declare himself until they gave him the sword.


I hold it now, and the world shall yet hear of Pitt Crawley."


Therefore it was that this roguish diplomatist has grown so hospitable; that he was so civil to oratorios and hospitals; so kind to Deans and Chapters; so generous in giving and accepting dinners; so uncommonly gracious to farmers on market-days; and so much interested about county business; and that the Christmas at the Hall was the gayest which had been known there for many a long day.

This was why he had grown so hospitable: so kind to Deans and Chapters; so generous in giving and accepting dinners; so gracious to farmers on market-days, and so much interested about county business; and this was why Christmas at the Hall was so gay.


On Christmas Day a great family gathering took place.


All the Crawleys from the Rectory came to dine.


Rebecca was as frank and fond of Mrs. Bute as if the other had never been her enemy; she was affectionately interested in the dear girls, and surprised at the progress which they had made in music since her time, and insisted upon encoring one of the duets out of the great song-books which Jim, grumbling, had been forced to bring under his arm from the Rectory.

Rebecca was as fond of Mrs. Bute as if the other had never been her enemy; she was affectionately interested in the dear girls, and admired their progress in music.


Mrs. Bute, perforce, was obliged to adopt a decent demeanour towards the little adventuress--of course being free to discourse with her daughters afterwards about the absurd respect with which Sir Pitt treated his sister-in-law.

Mrs. Bute was obliged to adopt a decent manner towards the little adventuress - of course being free to talk with her daughters afterwards about the absurd respect with which Sir Pitt treated Rebecca.


But Jim, who had sat next to her at dinner, declared she was a trump, and one and all of the Rector's family agreed that the little Rawdon was a fine boy.

But Jim, who had sat next to her at dinner, declared she was a trump, and all the Rector's family agreed that little Rawdon was a fine boy.


They respected a possible baronet in the boy, between whom and the title there was only the little sickly pale Pitt Binkie.

They saw a possible baronet in the child, between whom and the title there was only the little sickly pale Pitt.


Pitt Binkie was too little a dog for such a big dog as Rawdon to play with; and Matilda being only a girl, of course not fit companion for a young gentleman who was near eight years old, and going into jackets very soon.

Young Rawdon took command of Pitt and Matilda


He took the command of this small party at once--the little girl and the little boy following him about with great reverence at such times as he condescended to sport with them.

- the little girl and boy following him about with great reverence.


His happiness and pleasure in the country were extreme.


The kitchen garden pleased him hugely, the flowers moderately, but the pigeons and the poultry, and the stables when he was allowed to visit them, were delightful objects to him.

The kitchen garden pleased him hugely, the flowers moderately; but the pigeons and poultry, and the stables, were delightful.


He resisted being kissed by the Misses Crawley, but he allowed Lady Jane sometimes to embrace him, and it was by her side that he liked to sit when, the signal to retire to the drawing-room being given, the ladies left the gentlemen to their claret--by her side rather than by his mother.

He resisted being kissed by the Misses Crawley, but he allowed Lady Jane sometimes to embrace him, and he liked to sit beside her after dinner.


For Rebecca, seeing that tenderness was the fashion, called Rawdon to her one evening and stooped down and kissed him in the presence of all the ladies.


He looked her full in the face after the operation, trembling and turning very red, as his wont was when moved.

He looked her full in the face, trembling and turning very red.


"You never kiss me at home, Mamma," he said, at which there was a general silence and consternation and a by no means pleasant look in Becky's eyes.


Rawdon was fond of his sister-in-law, for her regard for his son.

Rawdon senior was fond of his sister-in-law,


Lady Jane and Becky did not get on quite so well at this visit as on occasion of the former one, when the Colonel's wife was bent upon pleasing.

but Lady Jane and Becky did not get on quite so well at this visit as on the former one.


Those two speeches of the child struck rather a chill.

Those speeches of the child struck rather a chill.


Perhaps Sir Pitt was rather too attentive to her.

Perhaps Sir Pitt was rather too attentive to Becky.


But Rawdon, as became his age and size, was fonder of the society of the men than of the women, and never wearied of accompanying his sire to the stables, whither the Colonel retired to smoke his cigar--Jim, the Rector's son, sometimes joining his cousin in that and other amusements.

But young Rawdon never wearied of accompanying his father to the stables, where the Colonel retired to smoke his cigar - Jim, the Rector's son, sometimes joining them.


He and the Baronet's keeper were very close friends, their mutual taste for "dawgs" bringing them much together.


On one day, Mr. James, the Colonel, and Horn, the keeper, went and shot pheasants, taking little Rawdon with them.

One day, Jim, the Colonel, and Horn, the gamekeeper, went and shot pheasants, taking little Rawdon with them.


On another most blissful morning, these four gentlemen partook of the amusement of rat-hunting in a barn, than which sport Rawdon as yet had never seen anything more noble.

On another blissful morning, these four gentlemen went rat-hunting in a barn. Rawdon had never seen anything more noble.


They stopped up the ends of certain drains in the barn, into the other openings of which ferrets were inserted, and then stood silently aloof, with uplifted stakes in their hands, and an anxious little terrier (Mr. James's celebrated "dawg" Forceps, indeed) scarcely breathing from excitement, listening motionless on three legs, to the faint squeaking of the rats below.

They stopped up the ends of certain drains, and inserted ferrets into other openings, and then stood silent with uplifted stakes in their hands, and an anxious little terrier, listening motionless to the faint squeaking of the rats below.


Desperately bold at last, the persecuted animals bolted above-ground--the terrier accounted for one, the keeper for another; Rawdon, from flurry and excitement, missed his rat, but on the other hand he half-murdered a ferret.

When the animals bolted above-ground, the terrier accounted for one, and the keeper for another; Rawdon, from flurry and excitement, missed his rat, but half-murdered a ferret.


But the greatest day of all was that on which Sir Huddlestone Fuddlestone's hounds met upon the lawn at Queen's Crawley.

But the greatest day of all was that on which Sir Huddleston Fuddleston's hounds met upon the lawn at Queen's Crawley.


That was a famous sight for little Rawdon.


At half-past ten, Tom Moody, Sir Huddlestone Fuddlestone's huntsman, was seen trotting up the avenue, followed by the noble pack of hounds in a compact body--the rear being brought up by the two whips clad in stained scarlet frocks--light hard-featured lads on well-bred lean horses, possessing marvellous dexterity in casting the points of their long heavy whips at the thinnest part of any dog's skin who dares to straggle from the main body, or to take the slightest notice, or even so much as wink, at the hares and rabbits starting under their noses.

At half-past ten, Tom Moody, Sir Huddleston Fuddleston's huntsman, was seen trotting up the avenue, followed by the noble pack of hounds.


Next comes boy Jack, Tom Moody's son, who weighs five stone, measures eight-and-forty inches, and will never be any bigger.

Next comes boy Jack, Tom Moody's son, who weighs five stone, measures four foot, and will never be any bigger.


He is perched on a large raw-boned hunter, half-covered by a capacious saddle.


This animal is Sir Huddlestone Fuddlestone's favourite horse the Nob.

Sir Huddleston Fuddleston's favourite horse the Nob.


Other horses, ridden by other small boys, arrive from time to time, awaiting their masters, who will come cantering on anon.

Other horses, ridden by other small boys, arrive from time to time, awaiting their masters.


Tom Moody rides up to the door of the Hall, where he is welcomed by the butler, who offers him drink, which he declines.


He and his pack then draw off into a sheltered corner of the lawn, where the dogs roll on the grass, and play or growl angrily at one another, ever and anon breaking out into furious fight speedily to be quelled by Tom's voice, unmatched at rating, or the snaky thongs of the whips.

He and his pack then draw off into a sheltered corner of the lawn, where the dogs roll on the grass, and play or growl at one another.


Many young gentlemen canter up on thoroughbred hacks, spatter-dashed to the knee, and enter the house to drink cherry-brandy and pay their respects to the ladies, or, more modest and sportsmanlike, divest themselves of their mud-boots, exchange their hacks for their hunters, and warm their blood by a preliminary gallop round the lawn.

Many young gentlemen canter up on thoroughbred hacks, spatter-dashed to the knee, and enter the house to drink cherry-brandy and pay their respects to the ladies, or take a preliminary gallop round the lawn.


Then they collect round the pack in the corner and talk with Tom Moody of past sport, and the merits of Sniveller and Diamond, and of the state of the country and of the wretched breed of foxes.

Then they collect in the corner and talk with Tom Moody about the state of the country and the wretched breed of foxes.


Sir Huddlestone presently appears mounted on a clever cob and rides up to the Hall, where he enters and does the civil thing by the ladies, after which, being a man of few words, he proceeds to business.

Sir Huddleston presently rides up to the Hall, where he greets the ladies before he proceeds to business.


The hounds are drawn up to the hall-door, and little Rawdon descends amongst them, excited yet half-alarmed by the caresses which they bestow upon him, at the thumps he receives from their waving tails, and at their canine bickerings, scarcely restrained by Tom Moody's tongue and lash.

The hounds are drawn up to the hall-door, and little Rawdon descends amongst them, excited yet half-alarmed by their caresses and the thumps from their waving tails.


Meanwhile, Sir Huddlestone has hoisted himself unwieldily on the Nob: "Let's try Sowster's Spinney, Tom," says the Baronet, "Farmer Mangle tells me there are two foxes in it."

Meanwhile, Sir Huddleston has hoisted himself unwieldily on the Nob.
"Let's try Sowster's Spinney, Tom," says the Baronet. "Farmer Mangle tells me there are two foxes in it."


Tom blows his horn and trots off, followed by the pack, by the whips, by the young gents from Winchester, by the farmers of the neighbourhood, by the labourers of the parish on foot, with whom the day is a great holiday, Sir Huddlestone bringing up the rear with Colonel Crawley, and the whole cortege disappears down the avenue.

Tom blows his horn and trots off, followed by the pack, the young gents, the farmers of the neighbourhood, and the labourers of the parish on foot. The whole cortege disappears down the avenue.


The Reverend Bute Crawley (who has been too modest to appear at the public meet before his nephew's windows), whom Tom Moody remembers forty years back a slender divine riding the wildest horses, jumping the widest brooks, and larking over the newest gates in the country--his Reverence, we say, happens to trot out from the Rectory Lane on his powerful black horse just as Sir Huddlestone passes; he joins the worthy Baronet.

The Reverend Bute happens to trot out from the Rectory Lane on his powerful black horse just as Sir Huddleston passes; he joins the horsemen.


Hounds and horsemen disappear, and little Rawdon remains on the doorsteps, wondering and happy.

Little Rawdon remains on the doorstep, wondering and happy.


During the progress of this memorable holiday, little Rawdon, if he had got no special liking for his uncle, always awful and cold and locked up in his study, plunged in justice-business and surrounded by bailiffs and farmers--has gained the good graces of his married and maiden aunts, of the two little folks of the Hall, and of Jim of the Rectory, whom Sir Pitt is encouraging to pay his addresses to one of the young ladies, with an understanding doubtless that he shall be presented to the living when it shall be vacated by his fox-hunting old sire.

During this memorable holiday, little Rawdon gained the good graces of his married and maiden aunts, of the two little folks of the Hall, and of Jim of the Rectory, whom Sir Pitt was encouraging to pay his addresses to one of the young ladies, with an understanding that he should have his father's living in due course.


Jim has given up that sport himself and confines himself to a little harmless duck- or snipe-shooting, or a little quiet trifling with the rats during the Christmas holidays, after which he will return to the University and try and not be plucked, once more.


He has already eschewed green coats, red neckcloths, and other worldly ornaments, and is preparing himself for a change in his condition.

green coats, red neckcloths, and hunting, to prepare himself for the change in his condition.


In this cheap and thrifty way Sir Pitt tries to pay off his debt to his family.

In this thrifty way Sir Pitt tried to pay off his debt to his family.


Also before this merry Christmas was over, the Baronet had screwed up courage enough to give his brother another draft on his bankers, and for no less a sum than a hundred pounds, an act which caused Sir Pitt cruel pangs at first, but which made him glow afterwards to think himself one of the most generous of men.

Also before this merry Christmas was over, the Baronet had screwed up courage enough to give his brother no less than a hundred pounds, an act which caused Sir Pitt cruel pangs at first, but which made him glow afterwards with generosity.


Rawdon and his son went away with the utmost heaviness of heart.

Rawdon and his son left the Hall with heavy hearts.


Becky and the ladies parted with some alacrity, however, and our friend returned to London to commence those avocations with which we find her occupied when this chapter begins.

Becky departed with alacrity, however, and returned to London to commence those duties with which we find her occupied when this chapter begins.


Under her care the Crawley House in Great Gaunt Street was quite rejuvenescent and ready for the reception of Sir Pitt and his family, when the Baronet came to London to attend his duties in Parliament and to assume that position in the country for which his vast genius fitted him.

Under her care the Crawley house in Great Gaunt Street was restored and ready for the reception of Sir Pitt and his family, when the Baronet came to London to attend Parliament.


For the first session, this profound dissembler hid his projects and never opened his lips but to present a petition from Mudbury.

For the first session, he hid his ambition and never opened his lips except to present a petition from Mudbury.


But he attended assiduously in his place and learned thoroughly the routine and business of the House.

But he attended assiduously and learned thoroughly the business of the House


At home he gave himself up to the perusal of Blue Books, to the alarm and wonder of Lady Jane, who thought he was killing himself by late hours and intense application.

, to the alarm and wonder of Lady Jane, who thought he was killing himself by late hours and work.


And he made acquaintance with the ministers, and the chiefs of his party, determining to rank as one of them before many years were over.

And he got to know the ministers, determining to be one of them before many years were over.


Lady Jane's sweetness and kindness had inspired Rebecca with such a contempt for her ladyship as the little woman found no small difficulty in concealing.

Lady Jane's sweetness and kindness had given Rebecca a contempt for her ladyship which she found it difficult to hide.


That sort of goodness and simplicity which Lady Jane possessed annoyed our friend Becky, and it was impossible for her at times not to show, or to let the other divine, her scorn.

That sort of simple goodness annoyed Becky, and it was impossible for her at times not to show her scorn.


Her presence, too, rendered Lady Jane uneasy.


Her husband talked constantly with Becky.


Signs of intelligence seemed to pass between them, and Pitt spoke with her on subjects on which he never thought of discoursing with Lady Jane.

, on subjects which he never thought of discussing with his wife.


The latter did not understand them, to be sure, but it was mortifying to remain silent; still more mortifying to know that you had nothing to say, and hear that little audacious Mrs. Rawdon dashing on from subject to subject, with a word for every man, and a joke always pat; and to sit in one's own house alone, by the fireside, and watching all the men round your rival.

Lady Jane did not understand them, to be sure, but it was mortifying to know that you had nothing to say, and to hear that audacious Mrs. Rawdon dashing on from subject to subject, with a joke always pat.


In the country, when Lady Jane was telling stories to the children, who clustered about her knees (little Rawdon into the bargain, who was very fond of her), and Becky came into the room, sneering with green scornful eyes, poor Lady Jane grew silent under those baleful glances.

When Lady Jane was telling stories to the children, who clustered about her knees (including little Rawdon, who was very fond of her) - if Becky came into the room, sneering with green scornful eyes, poor Lady Jane grew silent.


Her simple little fancies shrank away tremulously, as fairies in the story-books, before a superior bad angel.


She could not go on, although Rebecca, with the smallest inflection of sarcasm in her voice, besought her to continue that charming story.

She could not go on, although Rebecca, with a hint of sarcasm, begged her to continue that charming story.


And on her side gentle thoughts and simple pleasures were odious to Mrs. Becky; they discorded with her; she hated people for liking them; she spurned children and children-lovers.

On her side, simple pleasures were odious to Mrs. Becky.


"I have no taste for bread and butter," she would say, when caricaturing Lady Jane and her ways to my Lord Steyne.

"I have no taste for bread and butter," she would say.


"No more has a certain person for holy water," his lordship replied with a bow and a grin and a great jarring laugh afterwards.


So these two ladies did not see much of each other except upon those occasions when the younger brother's wife, having an object to gain from the other, frequented her.


They my-loved and my-deared each other assiduously, but kept apart generally, whereas Sir Pitt, in the midst of his multiplied avocations, found daily time to see his sister-in-law.

; whereas Sir Pitt daily found time to see his sister-in-law.


On the occasion of his first Speaker's dinner, Sir Pitt took the opportunity of appearing before his sister-in-law in his uniform--that old diplomatic suit which he had worn when attache to the Pumpernickel legation.

On the occasion of his first Speaker's dinner, Sir Pitt appeared before Becky in his uniform - his old diplomatic suit.


Becky complimented him upon that dress and admired him almost as much as his own wife and children, to whom he displayed himself before he set out.

She complimented and admired him almost as much as his own wife, saying that


She said that it was only the thoroughbred gentleman who could wear the Court suit with advantage: it was only your men of ancient race whom the culotte courte became.

only thoroughbred gentlemen could wear the Court suit with advantage.


Pitt looked down with complacency at his legs, which had not, in truth, much more symmetry or swell than the lean Court sword which dangled by his side--looked down at his legs, and thought in his heart that he was killing.

Pitt looked down with complacency at his legs, and thought in his heart that he was killing.


When he was gone, Mrs. Becky made a caricature of his figure, which she showed to Lord Steyne when he arrived.

When he was gone, Mrs. Becky drew a caricature of him, which she showed to Lord Steyne when he arrived.


His lordship carried off the sketch, delighted with the accuracy of the resemblance.

His lordship carried off the sketch, delighted with it.


He had done Sir Pitt Crawley the honour to meet him at Mrs. Becky's house and had been most gracious to the new Baronet and member.

He had met Sir Pitt Crawley at Becky's house and had been most gracious to him.


Pitt was struck too by the deference with which the great Peer treated his sister-in-law, by her ease and sprightliness in the conversation, and by the delight with which the other men of the party listened to her talk.

Pitt was struck by the deference with which the great Peer treated his sister-in-law, and by the delight with which all the men listened to her sprightly talk.


Lord Steyne made no doubt but that the Baronet had only commenced his career in public life, and expected rather anxiously to hear him as an orator; as they were neighbours (for Great Gaunt Street leads into Gaunt Square, whereof Gaunt House, as everybody knows, forms one side) my lord hoped that as soon as Lady Steyne arrived in London she would have the honour of making the acquaintance of Lady Crawley.

Lord Steyne said he expected to hear Pitt as an orator.


He left a card upon his neighbour in the course of a day or two, having never thought fit to notice his predecessor, though they had lived near each other for near a century past.


In the midst of these intrigues and fine parties and wise and brilliant personages Rawdon felt himself more and more isolated every day.

In the midst of these intrigues and fine parties and brilliant personages Rawdon Crawley felt himself more isolated every day.


He was allowed to go to the club more; to dine abroad with bachelor friends; to come and go when he liked, without any questions being asked.

He was allowed to go to the club; to dine out with bachelor friends; to come and go when he liked, without any questions being asked.


And he and Rawdon the younger many a time would walk to Gaunt Street and sit with the lady and the children there while Sir Pitt was closeted with Rebecca, on his way to the House, or on his return from it.

And he and Rawdon the younger would often walk to Gaunt Street and visit Lady Jane and the children.


The ex-Colonel would sit for hours in his brother's house very silent, and thinking and doing as little as possible.

The ex-Colonel would sit for hours in his brother's house, very silent, and thinking as little as possible.


He was glad to be employed of an errand; to go and make inquiries about a horse or a servant, or to carve the roast mutton for the dinner of the children.

He was glad to do an errand; to go and inquire about a horse, or to carve the roast mutton for the children's dinner.


He was beat and cowed into laziness and submission.

He was cowed into laziness and submission.


Delilah had imprisoned him and cut his hair off, too.

Delilah had imprisoned him and cut his hair off too.


The bold and reckless young blood of ten-years back was subjugated and was turned into a torpid, submissive, middle-aged, stout gentleman.

The bold young blood of ten years back was subjugated and turned into a torpid, middle-aged, stout gentleman.


And poor Lady Jane was aware that Rebecca had captivated her husband, although she and Mrs. Rawdon my-deared and my-loved each other every day they met.

And poor Lady Jane was aware that Rebecca had captivated her husband, although she and Mrs. Rawdon my-deared each other every day they met.


Whatever Becky's private plan might be by which Dobbin's true love was to be crowned with success, the little woman thought that the secret might keep, and indeed, being by no means so much interested about anybody's welfare as about her own, she had a great number of things pertaining to herself to consider, and which concerned her a great deal more than Major Dobbin's happiness in this life.

Whatever Becky's private plan for Dobbin was, she thought that the secret might keep. Indeed, she was not interested about anybody's welfare so much as about her own, and had many things to consider which concerned her a great deal more than Major Dobbin's happiness.

Chapter 67: Which Contains Births, Marriages, and Deaths


She found herself suddenly and unexpectedly in snug comfortable quarters, surrounded by friends, kindness, and good-natured simple people such as she had not met with for many a long day; and, wanderer as she was by force and inclination, there were moments when rest was pleasant to her.

She found herself in comfortable quarters, surrounded by good-natured simple people such as she had not met with for many a long day; and, wanderer as she was, there were moments when rest was pleasant to her.


As the most hardened Arab that ever careered across the desert over the hump of a dromedary likes to repose sometimes under the date-trees by the water, or to come into the cities, walk into the bazaars, refresh himself in the baths, and say his prayers in the mosques, before he goes out again marauding, so Jos's tents and pilau were pleasant to this little Ishmaelite.

As the most hardened Arab that ever careered across the desert on a camel likes to repose sometimes under the date-trees, or walk into the bazaars, so Jos's tents were pleasant to her.


She picketed her steed, hung up her weapons, and warmed herself comfortably by his fire.

She hung up her weapons, and warmed herself by his fire.


The halt in that roving, restless life was inexpressibly soothing and pleasant to her.

The halt in that restless life was inexpressibly soothing.


So, pleased herself, she tried with all her might to please everybody; and we know that she was eminent and successful as a practitioner in the art of giving pleasure.

So she tried with all her might to please everybody; and we know that she was eminent in the art of giving pleasure.


As for Jos, even in that little interview in the garret at the Elephant Inn, she had found means to win back a great deal of his good-will.

Even in that little interview in the garret, she had won back much of Jos's good-will.


In the course of a week, the civilian was her sworn slave and frantic admirer.

After a week, he was her sworn slave and frantic admirer.


He didn't go to sleep after dinner, as his custom was in the much less lively society of Amelia.


He drove out with Becky in his open carriage.

usual: he drove out with Becky in his carriage.


He asked little parties and invented festivities to do her honour.

He held little parties and invented festivities to do her honour.


Tapeworm, the Charge d'Affaires, who had abused her so cruelly, came to dine with Jos, and then came every day to pay his respects to Becky.

Tapeworm, who had abused her so cruelly, came to dine with Jos, and then came every day to pay his respects to Becky.


Poor Emmy, who was never very talkative, and more glum and silent than ever after Dobbin's departure, was quite forgotten when this superior genius made her appearance.

Poor Emmy, who was never very talkative, and more glum and silent than ever after Dobbin's departure, was quite forgotten.


The French Minister was as much charmed with her as his English rival.

The French Minister was as much charmed with Becky as


The German ladies, never particularly squeamish as regards morals, especially in English people, were delighted with the cleverness and wit of Mrs. Osborne's charming friend, and though she did not ask to go to Court, yet the most august and Transparent Personages there heard of her fascinations and were quite curious to know her.

Tapeworm; whilst the German ladies were delighted with her cleverness and wit.


When it became known that she was noble, of an ancient English family, that her husband was a Colonel of the Guard, Excellenz and Governor of an island, only separated from his lady by one of those trifling differences which are of little account in a country where Werther is still read and the Wahlverwandtschaften of Goethe is considered an edifying moral book, nobody thought of refusing to receive her in the very highest society of the little Duchy; and the ladies were even more ready to call her du and to swear eternal friendship for her than they had been to bestow the same inestimable benefits upon Amelia.

When it became known that she was of an ancient family, and that her husband was a Colonel and Governor, only separated from his lady by a trifling difference, nobody thought of refusing to receive her in the very highest society. The ladies were even more ready to swear eternal friendship for her than they had been for Amelia.


Love and Liberty are interpreted by those simple Germans in a way which honest folks in Yorkshire and Somersetshire little understand, and a lady might, in some philosophic and civilized towns, be divorced ever so many times from her respective husbands and keep her character in society.


Jos's house never was so pleasant since he had a house of his own as Rebecca caused it to be.


She sang, she played, she laughed, she talked in two or three languages, she brought everybody to the house, and she made Jos believe that it was his own great social talents and wit which gathered the society of the place round about him.

Rebecca sang, she played, she laughed; she talked in two or three languages, she brought everybody to the house, and she made Jos believe that it was his own great talents and wit which gathered society around him.


As for Emmy, who found herself not in the least mistress of her own house, except when the bills were to be paid, Becky soon discovered the way to soothe and please her.

As for Emmy, who found herself no longer mistress of her own house, except when the bills were to be paid, Becky soon discovered the way to soothe her.


She talked to her perpetually about Major Dobbin sent about his business, and made no scruple of declaring her admiration for that excellent, high-minded gentleman, and of telling Emmy that she had behaved most cruelly regarding him.

She talked to her perpetually about Major Dobbin, declaring her admiration for that excellent gentleman, and telling Emmy that she had behaved most cruelly to him.


Emmy defended her conduct and showed that it was dictated only by the purest religious principles; that a woman once, &c., and to such an angel as him whom she had had the good fortune to marry, was married forever; but she had no objection to hear the Major praised as much as ever Becky chose to praise him, and indeed, brought the conversation round to the Dobbin subject a score of times every day.

Emmy defended her conduct and her religious principles; saying that a woman once, etc., and to such an angel as George, was married forever; but she had no objection to hearing the Major praised by Becky, and brought the conversation round to Dobbin twenty times a day.


Means were easily found to win the favour of Georgy and the servants.

Becky easily won the favour of Georgy and the servants.


Amelia's maid, it has been said, was heart and soul in favour of the generous Major.


Having at first disliked Becky for being the means of dismissing him from the presence of her mistress, she was reconciled to Mrs. Crawley subsequently, because the latter became William's most ardent admirer and champion.

was reconciled to Becky as his champion.


And in those nightly conclaves in which the two ladies indulged after their parties, and while Miss Payne was "brushing their 'airs," as she called the yellow locks of the one and the soft brown tresses of the other, this girl always put in her word for that dear good gentleman Major Dobbin.

In the evening when Miss Payne was brushing Amelia's hair, she always put in her word for that dear good Major Dobbin.


Her advocacy did not make Amelia angry any more than Rebecca's admiration of him.


She made George write to him constantly and persisted in sending Mamma's kind love in a postscript.

She made George write to Dobbin constantly and persisted in sending Mamma's kind love in a postscript.


And as she looked at her husband's portrait of nights, it no longer reproached her--perhaps she reproached it, now William was gone.

And as she looked at her husband's portrait, it no longer reproached her; perhaps she reproached it, now William was gone.


Emmy was not very happy after her heroic sacrifice.


She was very distraite, nervous, silent, and ill to please.

She was very distracted, nervous, and silent.


The family had never known her so peevish.


She grew pale and ill. She used to try to sing certain songs ("Einsam bin ich nicht alleine," was one of them, that tender love-song of Weber's which in old-fashioned days, young ladies, and when you were scarcely born, showed that those who lived before you knew too how to love and to sing) certain songs, I say, to which the Major was partial; and as she warbled them in the twilight in the drawing-room, she would break off in the midst of the song, and walk into her neighbouring apartment, and there, no doubt, take refuge in the miniature of her husband.

She grew pale and ill. She used to try to sing certain songs which the Major liked; and as she warbled them in the drawing-room, she would break off in the middle, and walk into her room, and there, no doubt, take refuge in the miniature of her husband.


Some books still subsisted, after Dobbin's departure, with his name written in them; a German dictionary, for instance, with "William Dobbin, --th Reg.," in the fly-leaf; a guide-book with his initials; and one or two other volumes which belonged to the Major.

Some books remained, after Dobbin's departure, with his name written in them; a German dictionary, a guide-book, and one or two other volumes.


Emmy cleared these away and put them on the drawers, where she placed her work-box, her desk, her Bible, and prayer-book, under the pictures of the two Georges.

Emmy put these on the drawers where she placed her work-box, her Bible and prayer-book, under the pictures of the two Georges.


And the Major, on going away, having left his gloves behind him, it is a fact that Georgy, rummaging his mother's desk some time afterwards, found the gloves neatly folded up and put away in what they call the secret-drawers of the desk.

And the Major having left his gloves behind, it is a fact that Georgy, rummaging in his mother's desk some time afterwards, found the gloves neatly folded up and put away.


Not caring for society, and moping there a great deal, Emmy's chief pleasure in the summer evenings was to take long walks with Georgy (during which Rebecca was left to the society of Mr. Joseph), and then the mother and son used to talk about the Major in a way which even made the boy smile.

Not caring for society, Emmy's chief pleasure in the summer evenings was to take long walks with Georgy, while Rebecca was left to the society of Joseph. Then the mother and son used to talk about the Major in a way which even made the boy smile.


She told him that she thought Major William was the best man in all the world--the gentlest and the kindest, the bravest and the humblest.

She told him that she thought Major William was the best man in the world - the gentlest and kindest, the bravest and humblest.


Over and over again she told him how they owed everything which they possessed in the world to that kind friend's benevolent care of them; how he had befriended them all through their poverty and misfortunes; watched over them when nobody cared for them; how all his comrades admired him though he never spoke of his own gallant actions; how Georgy's father trusted him beyond all other men, and had been constantly befriended by the good William.

She told him again how they owed everything to that kind friend's care; how he had befriended them through their misfortunes, and watched over them; how all his comrades admired him though he never spoke of his own gallant actions; how Georgy's father trusted him beyond all other men.


"Why, when your papa was a little boy," she said, "he often told me that it was William who defended him against a tyrant at the school where they were; and their friendship never ceased from that day until the last, when your dear father fell."

"When your papa was a little boy," she said, "he often told me that it was William who defended him against a tyrant at their school; and their friendship never ceased from that day until the last."


"Did Dobbin kill the man who killed Papa?"


"I'm sure he did, or he would if he could have caught him, wouldn't he, Mother?


When I'm in the Army, won't I hate the French?--that's all."


In such colloquies the mother and the child passed a great deal of their time together.


The artless woman had made a confidant of the boy.


He was as much William's friend as everybody else who knew him well.


By the way, Mrs. Becky, not to be behind hand in sentiment, had got a miniature too hanging up in her room, to the surprise and amusement of most people, and the delight of the original, who was no other than our friend Jos.

By the way, Mrs. Becky had got a miniature too, hanging up in her room - to the surprise and amusement of most people, and the delight of the original, who was no other than our friend Jos.


On her first coming to favour the Sedleys with a visit, the little woman, who had arrived with a remarkably small shabby kit, was perhaps ashamed of the meanness of her trunks and bandboxes, and often spoke with great respect about her baggage left behind at Leipzig, which she must have from that city.

On first coming to visit the Sedleys, arriving with a remarkably small, shabby kit, she was perhaps ashamed of the meanness of her trunks, and often spoke about her baggage left behind at Leipzig.


When a traveller talks to you perpetually about the splendour of his luggage, which he does not happen to have with him, my son, beware of that traveller!

When a traveller talks to you perpetually about the splendour of his absent luggage, beware!


Neither Jos nor Emmy knew this important maxim.


It seemed to them of no consequence whether Becky had a quantity of very fine clothes in invisible trunks; but as her present supply was exceedingly shabby, Emmy supplied her out of her own stores, or took her to the best milliner in the town and there fitted her out.

It seemed to them of no consequence whether Becky had fine clothes in invisible trunks; but as her present supply was exceedingly shabby, Emmy gave her clothes, or took her to the milliner and fitted her out.


It was no more torn collars now, I promise you, and faded silks trailing off at the shoulder.

There were no more torn collars now, or faded silks


Becky changed her habits with her situation in life--the rouge-pot was suspended--another excitement to which she had accustomed herself was also put aside, or at least only indulged in in privacy, as when she was prevailed on by Jos of a summer evening, Emmy and the boy being absent on their walks, to take a little spirit-and-water.

; the rouge-pot was suspended - and so, for the most part, was the brandy-and-water.


But if she did not indulge--the courier did: that rascal Kirsch could not be kept from the bottle, nor could he tell how much he took when he applied to it.


He was sometimes surprised himself at the way in which Mr. Sedley's Cognac diminished.


Becky did not very likely indulge so much as she used before she entered a decorous family.


At last the much-bragged-about boxes arrived from Leipzig; three of them not by any means large or splendid; nor did Becky appear to take out any sort of dresses or ornaments from the boxes when they did arrive.

At last the much-bragged-about boxes arrived from Leipzig; not by any means large or splendid; nor did Becky appear to take any dresses or ornaments from them.


But out of one, which contained a mass of her papers (it was that very box which Rawdon Crawley had ransacked in his furious hunt for Becky's concealed money), she took a picture with great glee, which she pinned up in her room, and to which she introduced Jos.

But out of one, which contained a mass of papers, she took a picture with great glee, which she pinned up in her room, and to which she introduced Jos.


It was the portrait of a gentleman in pencil, his face having the advantage of being painted up in pink.

It was the pencil portrait of a gentleman


He was riding on an elephant away from some cocoa-nut trees and a pagoda: it was an Eastern scene.


"God bless my soul, it is my portrait," Jos cried out.


It was he indeed, blooming in youth and beauty, in a nankeen jacket of the cut of 1804.


It was the old picture that used to hang up in Russell Square.

It was the old picture that used to hang in Russell Square.


"I bought it," said Becky in a voice trembling with emotion; "I went to see if I could be of any use to my kind friends.

"I bought it," said Becky in a voice trembling with emotion. "I went to the sale to see if I could be of any use to my kind friends.


I have never parted with that picture--I never will."

I have never parted with that picture - I never will."


Jos cried with a look of unutterable rapture and satisfaction.

Jos cried with rapture and satisfaction.


"Did you really now value it for my sake?"


"You know I did, well enough," said Becky; "but why speak--why think--why look back!

"You know I did," said Becky; "but why look back!


That evening's conversation was delicious for Jos.


Emmy only came in to go to bed very tired and unwell.


Jos and his fair guest had a charming tete-a-tete, and his sister could hear, as she lay awake in her adjoining chamber, Rebecca singing over to Jos the old songs of 1815.

Jos and his fair guest had a charming tete-a-tete, and his sister could hear, as she lay awake in her room, Rebecca singing to Jos the old songs of 1815.


He did not sleep, for a wonder, that night, any more than Amelia.


It was June, and, by consequence, high season in London; Jos, who read the incomparable Galignani (the exile's best friend) through every day, used to favour the ladies with extracts from his paper during their breakfast.

It was June, and high season in London. Jos used to read extracts from his newspaper to the ladies during breakfast.


Every week in this paper there is a full account of military movements, in which Jos, as a man who had seen service, was especially interested.

Every week there was a full account of military movements, in which Jos was especially interested.


On one occasion he read out--"Arrival of the --th regiment.


Gravesend, June 20.--The Ramchunder, East Indiaman, came into the river this morning, having on board 14 officers, and 132 rank and file of this gallant corps.


They have been absent from England fourteen years, having been embarked the year after Waterloo, in which glorious conflict they took an active part, and having subsequently distinguished themselves in the Burmese war.


The veteran colonel, Sir Michael O'Dowd, K.C.B., with his lady and sister, landed here yesterday, with Captains Posky, Stubble, Macraw, Malony; Lieutenants Smith, Jones, Thompson, F. Thomson; Ensigns Hicks and Grady; the band on the pier playing the national anthem, and the crowd loudly cheering the gallant veterans as they went into Wayte's hotel, where a sumptuous banquet was provided for the defenders of Old England.

that the veteran colonel, Sir Michael O'Dowd, K.C.B., with his lady and sister, and his regiment, had landed at Gravesend, to a loudly cheering crowd.


During the repast, which we need not say was served up in Wayte's best style, the cheering continued so enthusiastically that Lady O'Dowd and the Colonel came forward to the balcony and drank the healths of their fellow-countrymen in a bumper of Wayte's best claret."


On a second occasion Jos read a brief announcement--Major Dobbin had joined the --th regiment at Chatham; and subsequently he promulgated accounts of the presentations at the Drawing-room of Colonel Sir Michael O'Dowd, K.C.B., Lady O'Dowd (by Mrs. Malloy Malony of Ballymalony), and Miss Glorvina O'Dowd (by Lady O'Dowd).

On a second occasion Jos read a brief announcement: Major Dobbin had joined the regiment at Chatham. Following that, there were accounts of presentations at the Drawing-room of Colonel Sir Michael O'Dowd, K.C.B., Lady O'Dowd and Miss Glorvina O'Dowd.


Almost directly after this, Dobbin's name appeared among the Lieutenant-Colonels: for old Marshal Tiptoff had died during the passage of the --th from Madras, and the Sovereign was pleased to advance Colonel Sir Michael O'Dowd to the rank of Major-General on his return to England, with an intimation that he should be Colonel of the distinguished regiment which he had so long commanded.

Dobbin was made a Lieutenant-Colonel: for old Marshal Tiptoff had died during the passage from Madras, and Colonel Sir Michael O'Dowd was promoted to the rank of Major-General.


Amelia had been made aware of some of these movements.


The correspondence between George and his guardian had not ceased by any means: William had even written once or twice to her since his departure, but in a manner so unconstrainedly cold that the poor woman felt now in her turn that she had lost her power over him and that, as he had said, he was free.

William had written to George, and even once or twice to her, but in a manner so cold that the poor woman felt that she had lost her power over him.


The memory of his almost countless services, and lofty and affectionate regard, now presented itself to her and rebuked her day and night.

The memory of his countless services and affectionate regard now rebuked her day and night.


She brooded over those recollections according to her wont, saw the purity and beauty of the affection with which she had trifled, and reproached herself for having flung away such a treasure.

She brooded over those recollections, saw the purity and beauty of the affection with which she had trifled, and reproached herself for having flung away such a treasure.


He loved her no more, he thought, as he had loved her.


That sort of regard, which he had proffered to her for so many faithful years, can't be flung down and shattered and mended so as to show no scars.

That sort of regard, which he had proffered for so many faithful years, can't be flung down and shattered and mended so as to show no scars.


The little heedless tyrant had so destroyed it.

The little heedless tyrant had destroyed it.


No, William thought again and again, "It was myself I deluded and persisted in cajoling; had she been worthy of the love I gave her, she would have returned it long ago.

No, William thought again and again, "I deluded myself; had she been worthy of the love I gave her, she would have returned it long ago.


Isn't the whole course of life made up of such?


And suppose I had won her, should I not have been disenchanted the day after my victory?


The more he thought of this long passage of his life, the more clearly he saw his deception.


"I'll go into harness again," he said, "and do my duty in that state of life in which it has pleased Heaven to place me.

"I'll go into harness again," he said, "and do my duty.


I will see that the buttons of the recruits are properly bright and that the sergeants make no mistakes in their accounts.

I will see that the buttons of the recruits are bright and that the sergeants make no mistakes in their accounts.


I will dine at mess and listen to the Scotch surgeon telling his stories.


When I am old and broken, I will go on half-pay, and my old sisters shall scold me.


I have geliebt und gelebet, as the girl in 'Wallenstein' says.


Pay the bills and get me a cigar: find out what there is at the play to-night, Francis; to-morrow we cross by the Batavier."

I shall find out what there is at the play tonight; tomorrow we cross by the Batavier."


He made the above speech, whereof Francis only heard the last two lines, pacing up and down the Boompjes at Rotterdam.

He made the above speech pacing up and down the quay at Rotterdam.


He could see the place on the quarter-deck where he and Emmy had sat on the happy voyage out.


What had that little Mrs. Crawley to say to him?

What had that little Mrs. Crawley been going to say to him?


Psha; to-morrow we will put to sea, and return to England, home, and duty!

Psha; tomorrow we will put to sea, and return to England, home, and duty!


After June all the little Court Society of Pumpernickel used to separate, according to the German plan, and make for a hundred watering-places, where they drank at the wells, rode upon donkeys, gambled at the redoutes if they had money and a mind, rushed with hundreds of their kind to gourmandise at the tables d'hote, and idled away the summer.

After June all the little Court Society of Pumpernickel used to make for a hundred watering-places, where they drank at the wells, rode upon donkeys, and idled away the summer.


The English diplomatists went off to Teoplitz and Kissingen, their French rivals shut up their chancellerie and whisked away to their darling Boulevard de Gand.


The Transparent reigning family took too to the waters, or retired to their hunting lodges.

The reigning family took to the waters, or retired to their hunting lodges.


Everybody went away having any pretensions to politeness, and of course, with them, Doctor von Glauber, the Court Doctor, and his Baroness.


The seasons for the baths were the most productive periods of the Doctor's practice--he united business with pleasure, and his chief place of resort was Ostend, which is much frequented by Germans, and where the Doctor treated himself and his spouse to what he called a "dib" in the sea.

for this season was the most productive time of his practice, and he was going to Ostend.


His interesting patient, Jos, was a regular milch-cow to the Doctor, and he easily persuaded the civilian, both for his own health's sake and that of his charming sister, which was really very much shattered, to pass the summer at that hideous seaport town.

His patient, Jos, was a regular milch-cow to the Doctor, who easily persuaded Mr. Sedley to pass the summer at that hideous seaport town.


As for Becky, she came as a matter of course in the fourth place inside of the fine barouche Mr. Jos had bought, the two domestics being on the box in front.

As for Becky, she came as a matter of course in Jos's fine barouche.


She might have some misgivings about the friends whom she should meet at Ostend, and who might be likely to tell ugly stories--but bah!

She might have misgivings about whom she should meet at Ostend, who might tell ugly stories - but bah!


She had cast such an anchor in Jos now as would require a strong storm to shake.

It would take a strong storm to shake off Jos.


That incident of the picture had finished him.


Becky took down her elephant and put it into the little box which she had had from Amelia ever so many years ago.


Emmy also came off with her Lares--her two pictures--and the party, finally, were, lodged in an exceedingly dear and uncomfortable house at Ostend.

So the party were lodged in an exceedingly dear and uncomfortable house at Ostend.


There Amelia began to take baths and get what good she could from them, and though scores of people of Becky's acquaintance passed her and cut her, yet Mrs. Osborne, who walked about with her, and who knew nobody, was not aware of the treatment experienced by the friend whom she had chosen so judiciously as a companion; indeed, Becky never thought fit to tell her what was passing under her innocent eyes.

There Amelia began to take baths for her health, and though scores of people who knew Becky cut her, yet Mrs. Osborne, who walked about with her, and who knew nobody, was not aware of this; and Becky never thought fit to tell her.


Some of Mrs. Rawdon Crawley's acquaintances, however, acknowledged her readily enough,--perhaps more readily than she would have desired.

Some of Mrs. Rawdon Crawley's acquaintances, however, acknowledged her readily - perhaps more readily than she would have desired.


Among those were Major Loder (unattached), and Captain Rook (late of the Rifles), who might be seen any day on the Dike, smoking and staring at the women, and who speedily got an introduction to the hospitable board and select circle of Mr. Joseph Sedley.

Among those were Major Loder and Captain Rook, who might be seen on the Dike, smoking and staring at the women, and who speedily got an introduction to the hospitable table of Joseph Sedley.


In fact they would take no denial; they burst into the house whether Becky was at home or not, walked into Mrs. Osborne's drawing-room, which they perfumed with their coats and mustachios, called Jos "Old buck," and invaded his dinner-table, and laughed and drank for long hours there.

They burst into the house whether Becky was at home or not, walked into Mrs. Osborne's drawing-room, called Jos "Old buck," invaded his dinner-table, and laughed and drank for long hours there.


asked Georgy, who did not like these gentlemen.


"I heard the Major say to Mrs. Crawley yesterday, 'No, no, Becky, you shan't keep the old buck to yourself.


We must have the bones in, or, dammy, I'll split.'

We must have the dice in, or, dammy, I'll split.'


His presence and that of his friend inspired the little lady with intolerable terror and aversion.

His presence and that of his friend filled her with terror and aversion.


They paid her tipsy compliments; they leered at her over the dinner-table.


And the Captain made her advances that filled her with sickening dismay, nor would she ever see him unless she had George by her side.

And the Captain made her advances that filled her with sickening dismay. She would not see him unless she had George by her side.


Rebecca, to do her justice, never would let either of these men remain alone with Amelia; the Major was disengaged too, and swore he would be the winner of her.

Rebecca, to do her justice, never let either of these men remain alone with Amelia.


A couple of ruffians were fighting for this innocent creature, gambling for her at her own table, and though she was not aware of the rascals' designs upon her, yet she felt a horror and uneasiness in their presence and longed to fly.

Though the innocent creature was not aware of the rascals' designs upon her, yet she felt a horror and uneasiness in their presence and longed to fly.


He was slow of movement, tied to his Doctor, and perhaps to some other leading-strings.


At least Becky was not anxious to go to England.


At last she took a great resolution--made the great plunge.

At last Amelia took a great resolution - made the great plunge.


She wrote off a letter to a friend whom she had on the other side of the water, a letter about which she did not speak a word to anybody, which she carried herself to the post under her shawl; nor was any remark made about it, only that she looked very much flushed and agitated when Georgy met her, and she kissed him, and hung over him a great deal that night.

She wrote a letter, a letter about which she did not speak to anybody, which she carried herself to the post under her shawl; and she looked very much flushed and agitated when Georgy met her.


She did not come out of her room after her return from her walk.


Becky thought it was Major Loder and the Captain who frightened her.

Becky thought it was Major Loder and the Captain who had frightened her.


"She mustn't stop here," Becky reasoned with herself.


"She must go away, the silly little fool.


She is still whimpering after that gaby of a husband--dead (and served right!)

She is still whimpering after that gaby of a dead husband.


No; she shall marry the bamboo cane, I'll settle it this very night."

No; she shall marry the bamboo cane. I'll settle it this very night."


So Becky took a cup of tea to Amelia in her private apartment and found that lady in the company of her miniatures, and in a most melancholy and nervous condition.

So Becky took a cup of tea to Amelia in her room and found that lady in a most melancholy condition.


"Listen to me, Amelia," said Becky, marching up and down the room before the other and surveying her with a sort of contemptuous kindness.

"Listen to me, Amelia," said Becky, surveying her with a sort of contemptuous kindness.


You must go away from here and from the impertinences of these men.


I won't have you harassed by them: and they will insult you if you stay.


I tell you they are rascals: men fit to send to the hulks.


Jos can't protect you; he is too weak and wants a protector himself.


You are no more fit to live in the world than a baby in arms.

You are no more fit to live in the world than a babe in arms.


You must marry, or you and your precious boy will go to ruin.


You must have a husband, you fool; and one of the best gentlemen I ever saw has offered you a hundred times, and you have rejected him, you silly, heartless, ungrateful little creature!"

You must have a husband, you fool; and one of the best gentlemen I ever saw has offered for you a hundred times, and you have rejected him, you silly, heartless, ungrateful little creature!"


"I tried--I tried my best, indeed I did, Rebecca," said Amelia deprecatingly, "but I couldn't forget--"; and she finished the sentence by looking up at the portrait.

"I tried - I tried my best, indeed I did, Rebecca," said Amelia deprecatingly, "but I couldn't forget-"; and she finished the sentence by looking up at the portrait.


cried out Becky, "that selfish humbug, that low-bred cockney dandy, that padded booby, who had neither wit, nor manners, nor heart, and was no more to be compared to your friend with the bamboo cane than you are to Queen Elizabeth.

cried out Becky, "that selfish humbug, that cockney dandy, that padded booby, who had neither wit, nor manners, nor heart, and was no more to be compared to your friend with the bamboo cane than you are to Queen Elizabeth.


Why, the man was weary of you, and would have jilted you, but that Dobbin forced him to keep his word.

Why, the man was weary of you, and would have jilted you, if Dobbin had not forced him to keep his word.


He used to sneer about you to me, time after time, and made love to me the week after he married you."


Rebecca," cried out Amelia, starting up.


"Look there, you fool," Becky said, still with provoking good humour, and taking a little paper out of her belt, she opened it and flung it into Emmy's lap.

"Look there, you fool," Becky said, still with provoking good humour; and taking a little paper out of her belt, she flung it into Emmy's lap.


He wrote that to me--wanted me to run away with him--gave it me under your nose, the day before he was shot--and served him right!"

He wrote that to me - wanted me to run away with him - gave it me the day before he was shot - and served him right!"


Emmy did not hear her; she was looking at the letter.


It was that which George had put into the bouquet and given to Becky on the night of the Duchess of Richmond's ball.


It was as she said: the foolish young man had asked her to fly.

; in which the foolish young man had asked her to fly.


Emmy's head sank down, and for almost the last time in which she shall be called upon to weep in this history, she commenced that work.

Emmy's head sank down, and for almost the last time in this story, she wept.


Her head fell to her bosom, and her hands went up to her eyes; and there for a while, she gave way to her emotions, as Becky stood on and regarded her.

She gave way to her emotions, as Becky stood and regarded her.


Who shall analyse those tears and say whether they were sweet or bitter?


Was she most grieved because the idol of her life was tumbled down and shivered at her feet, or indignant that her love had been so despised, or glad because the barrier was removed which modesty had placed between her and a new, a real affection?

Was she most grieved because the idol of her life was tumbled down, or indignant that her love had been despised, or glad because the barrier was removed between her and a new, real affection?


"There is nothing to forbid me now," she thought.


Oh, I will, I will, if he will but let me and forgive me."

Oh, I will, I will, if he will only forgive me."


I believe it was this feeling rushed over all the others which agitated that gentle little bosom.

I believe it was this feeling that rushed over all the others in that gentle little bosom.


Indeed, she did not cry so much as Becky expected--the other soothed and kissed her--a rare mark of sympathy with Mrs. Becky.

Indeed, she did not cry so much as Becky expected. Becky soothed and kissed her - a rare mark of sympathy.


She treated Emmy like a child and patted her head.


"And now let us get pen and ink and write to him to come this minute," she said.

said, "And now let us get pen and ink and write to him to come."


"I--I wrote to him this morning," Emmy said, blushing exceedingly.

"I - I wrote to him this morning," Emmy said, blushing


Becky screamed with laughter--"Un biglietto," she sang out with Rosina, "eccolo qua!"


--the whole house echoed with her shrill singing.


Two mornings after this little scene, although the day was rainy and gusty, and Amelia had had an exceedingly wakeful night, listening to the wind roaring, and pitying all travellers by land and by water, yet she got up early and insisted upon taking a walk on the Dike with Georgy; and there she paced as the rain beat into her face, and she looked out westward across the dark sea line and over the swollen billows which came tumbling and frothing to the shore.

Two mornings after this little scene, although the day was rainy and gusty, and Amelia had had an exceedingly wakeful night, listening to the wind roaring, and pitying all travellers, yet she got up early and insisted upon taking a walk on the Dike with Georgy. There she paced as the rain beat into her face, and she looked out westward across the dark sea and the swollen billows.


Neither spoke much, except now and then, when the boy said a few words to his timid companion, indicative of sympathy and protection.


"I hope he won't cross in such weather," Emmy said.


"I bet ten to one he does," the boy answered.


"Look, Mother, there's the smoke of the steamer."


But though the steamer was under way, he might not be on board; he might not have got the letter; he might not choose to come.


A hundred fears poured one over the other into the little heart, as fast as the waves on to the Dike.

A hundred fears poured through her heart.


Georgy had a dandy telescope and got the vessel under view in the most skilful manner.

Georgy had a telescope and got the vessel under view in the most skilful manner


And he made appropriate nautical comments upon the manner of the approach of the steamer as she came nearer and nearer, dipping and rising in the water.

, commenting on the approach of the steamer as she came nearer and nearer.


The signal of an English steamer in sight went fluttering up to the mast on the pier.


I daresay Mrs. Amelia's heart was in a similar flutter.


Emmy tried to look through the telescope over George's shoulder, but she could make nothing of it.

She tried to look through the telescope over George's shoulder, but she could make nothing of it.


She only saw a black eclipse bobbing up and down before her eyes.


George took the glass again and raked the vessel.


There's only two people on deck besides the steersman.


There's a man lying down, and a--chap in a--cloak with a--Hooray!--it's Dob, by Jingo!"

There's a man lying down, and a - chap in a cloak with a - it's Dob, by Jingo!"


He clapped to the telescope and flung his arms round his mother.


As for that lady, let us say what she did in the words of a favourite poet--"Dakruoen gelasasa."


What she had said about hoping that he would not come was all hypocrisy.


Of course he would come; what could he do else but come?

Of course he would come; what else could he do but come?


The ship came swiftly nearer and nearer.


As they went in to meet her at the landing-place at the quay, Emmy's knees trembled so that she scarcely could run.

As they went to meet the ship at the landing-place, Emmy's knees trembled so that she could scarcely run.


She would have liked to kneel down and say her prayers of thanks there.


Oh, she thought, she would be all her life saying them!


It was such a bad day that as the vessel came alongside of the quay there were no idlers abroad, scarcely even a commissioner on the look out for the few passengers in the steamer.

It was such a bad day that when the vessel came alongside the quay there were no idlers around.


That young scapegrace George had fled too, and as the gentleman in the old cloak lined with red stuff stepped on to the shore, there was scarcely any one present to see what took place, which was briefly this:

As the gentleman in the old cloak stepped on to shore, there was scarcely anyone to see what took place - which was briefly this:


A lady in a dripping white bonnet and shawl, with her two little hands out before her, went up to him, and in the next minute she had altogether disappeared under the folds of the old cloak, and was kissing one of his hands with all her might; whilst the other, I suppose, was engaged in holding her to his heart (which her head just about reached) and in preventing her from tumbling down.

A lady in a dripping white bonnet and shawl went up to him, and in the next minute she had altogether disappeared under the folds of the old cloak, and was kissing one of his hands with all her might; whilst the other, I suppose, was engaged in holding her to his heart (which her head just about reached) and in preventing her from falling.


She was murmuring something about--forgive--dear William--dear, dear, dearest friend--kiss, kiss, kiss, and so forth--and in fact went on under the cloak in an absurd manner.

She was murmuring something about - forgive - dear, dearest William - kiss, kiss, and so forth - and in fact went on under the cloak in an absurd manner.


When Emmy emerged from it, she still kept tight hold of one of William's hands, and looked up in his face.


It was full of sadness and tender love and pity.


She understood its reproach and hung down her head.


"It was time you sent for me, dear Amelia," he said.


"No, never," he answered, and pressed the dear little soul once more to his heart.


As they issued out of the custom-house precincts, Georgy broke out on them, with his telescope up to his eye, and a loud laugh of welcome; he danced round the couple and performed many facetious antics as he led them up to the house.

Georgy danced round the couple and performed many facetious antics as he led them up to the house.


Jos wasn't up yet; Becky not visible (though she looked at them through the blinds).

Jos wasn't up yet; Becky was not visible (though she looked at them through the blinds).


Emmy, whose shawl and bonnet were off in the passage in the hands of Mrs. Payne, now went to undo the clasp of William's cloak, and--we will, if you please, go with George, and look after breakfast for the Colonel.

Emmy began to undo the clasp of William's cloak; and we will, if you please, go with George, and look after breakfast for the Colonel.


He has got the prize he has been trying for all his life.


There it is with its head on his shoulder, billing and cooing close up to his heart, with soft outstretched fluttering wings.


This is what he has asked for every day and hour for eighteen years.


Here it is--the summit, the end--the last page of the third volume.

Here it is - the summit, the end - the last page of the third volume.


Good-bye, Colonel--God bless you, honest William!--Farewell, dear Amelia--Grow green again, tender little parasite, round the rugged old oak to which you cling!

God bless you, honest William! - Farewell, dear Amelia! Grow green again, tender little parasite, round the rugged old oak to which you cling!


Perhaps it was compunction towards the kind and simple creature, who had been the first in life to defend her, perhaps it was a dislike to all such sentimental scenes--but Rebecca, satisfied with her part in the transaction, never presented herself before Colonel Dobbin and the lady whom he married.

Perhaps it was compunction towards Amelia, who had been the first in life to defend her, perhaps it was a dislike of such sentimental scenes - but Rebecca never presented herself before Colonel Dobbin and his bride.


"Particular business," she said, took her to Bruges, whither she went, and only Georgy and his uncle were present at the marriage ceremony.

"Particular business," she said, took her to Bruges, and only Georgy and his uncle were present at the marriage ceremony.


When it was over, and Georgy had rejoined his parents, Mrs. Becky returned (just for a few days) to comfort the solitary bachelor, Joseph Sedley.

When it was over, Mrs. Becky returned (just for a few days) to comfort the solitary bachelor, Joseph Sedley.


He preferred a continental life, he said, and declined to join in housekeeping with his sister and her husband.

He preferred a continental life, he said, and declined to join the new household of his sister and her husband.


Emmy was very glad in her heart to think that she had written to her husband before she read or knew of that letter of George's.

Emmy was very glad to think that she had written to her husband before she read that letter of George's.


"I knew it all along," William said; "but could I use that weapon against the poor fellow's memory?


It was that which made me suffer so when you--"

It was that which made me suffer so when you-"


"Never speak of that day again," Emmy cried out, so contrite and humble that William turned off the conversation by his account of Glorvina and dear old Peggy O'Dowd, with whom he was sitting when the letter of recall reached him.

"Never speak of that day again," Emmy cried out, so contrite and humble that William turned the conversation to Glorvina and dear old Peggy O'Dowd, with whom he was sitting when the letter of recall reached him.


"If you hadn't sent for me," he added with a laugh, "who knows what Glorvina's name might be now?"


At present it is Glorvina Posky (now Mrs. Major Posky); she took him on the death of his first wife, having resolved never to marry out of the regiment.


Lady O'Dowd is also so attached to it that, she says, if anything were to happen to Mick, bedad she'd come back and marry some of 'em.


But the Major-General is quite well and lives in great splendour at O'Dowdstown, with a pack of beagles, and (with the exception of perhaps their neighbour, Hoggarty of Castle Hoggarty) he is the first man of his county.

But the Major-General is quite well and lives in great splendour at O'Dowdstown, with a pack of beagles, and is the first man of his county.


Her Ladyship still dances jigs, and insisted on standing up with the Master of the Horse at the Lord Lieutenant's last ball.


Both she and Glorvina declared that Dobbin had used the latter SHEAMFULLY, but Posky falling in, Glorvina was consoled, and a beautiful turban from Paris appeased the wrath of Lady O'Dowd.


When Colonel Dobbin quitted the service, which he did immediately after his marriage, he rented a pretty little country place in Hampshire, not far from Queen's Crawley, where, after the passing of the Reform Bill, Sir Pitt and his family constantly resided now.

When Colonel Dobbin quitted the service after his marriage, he rented a pretty little country place in Hampshire, not far from Queen's Crawley, where Sir Pitt and his family now resided.


All idea of a Peerage was out of the question, the Baronet's two seats in Parliament being lost.


He was both out of pocket and out of spirits by that catastrophe, failed in his health, and prophesied the speedy ruin of the Empire.


Lady Jane and Mrs. Dobbin became great friends--there was a perpetual crossing of pony-chaises between the Hall and the Evergreens, the Colonel's place (rented of his friend Major Ponto, who was abroad with his family).

Lady Jane and Mrs. Dobbin became great friends - there was a perpetual crossing of pony-chaises between the Hall and the Evergreens, the Colonel's place.


Her Ladyship was godmother to Mrs. Dobbin's child, which bore her name, and was christened by the Rev. James Crawley, who succeeded his father in the living: and a pretty close friendship subsisted between the two lads, George and Rawdon, who hunted and shot together in the vacations, were both entered of the same college at Cambridge, and quarrelled with each other about Lady Jane's daughter, with whom they were both, of course, in love.

Lady Jane was godmother to Mrs. Dobbin's child, which was christened by the Rev. James Crawley, who succeeded his father in the living. And a pretty close friendship grew between the two lads, George and Rawdon, who hunted and shot together in the vacations, went to the same college at Cambridge, and quarrelled with each other about Lady Jane's daughter, with whom they were both, of course, in love.


A match between George and that young lady was long a favourite scheme of both the matrons, though I have heard that Miss Crawley herself inclined towards her cousin.


Mrs. Rawdon Crawley's name was never mentioned by either family.


There were reasons why all should be silent regarding her.


For wherever Mr. Joseph Sedley went, she travelled likewise, and that infatuated man seemed to be entirely her slave.

For wherever Mr. Joseph Sedley went, she travelled likewise, and that infatuated man seemed to be her slave.


The Colonel's lawyers informed him that his brother-in-law had effected a heavy insurance upon his life, whence it was probable that he had been raising money to discharge debts.

The Colonel's lawyers informed him that his brother-in-law had taken out insurance on his life, probably to raise money to pay debts.


He procured prolonged leave of absence from the East India House, and indeed, his infirmities were daily increasing.

He took prolonged leave of absence from the East India House, and indeed, his infirmities were daily increasing.


On hearing the news about the insurance, Amelia, in a good deal of alarm, entreated her husband to go to Brussels, where Jos then was, and inquire into the state of his affairs.

On hearing the news about the life insurance, Amelia, in a good deal of alarm, entreated her husband to go to Brussels, where Jos then was, and inquire into the state of his affairs.


The Colonel quitted home with reluctance (for he was deeply immersed in his History of the Punjaub which still occupies him, and much alarmed about his little daughter, whom he idolizes, and who was just recovering from the chicken-pox) and went to Brussels and found Jos living at one of the enormous hotels in that city.

The Colonel left home with reluctance (for he was deeply immersed in his History of the Punjab which still occupies him, and much alarmed about his little daughter, whom he idolizes, and who was just recovering from the chicken-pox.)
He went to Brussels and found Jos living at one of the enormous hotels in that city.


Mrs. Crawley, who had her carriage, gave entertainments, and lived in a very genteel manner, occupied another suite of apartments in the same hotel.

Mrs. Crawley occupied another suite in the same hotel. She had her own carriage, gave entertainments, and lived in a very genteel manner.


The Colonel, of course, did not desire to see that lady, or even think proper to notify his arrival at Brussels, except privately to Jos by a message through his valet.

The Colonel sent Jos a message through his valet,


Jos begged the Colonel to come and see him that night, when Mrs. Crawley would be at a soiree, and when they could meet alone.

and Jos begged the Colonel to come and see him that night, when Mrs. Crawley would be at a soiree, and they could meet alone.


He found his brother-in-law in a condition of pitiable infirmity--and dreadfully afraid of Rebecca, though eager in his praises of her.

Dobbin found his brother-in-law pitiably infirm - and dreadfully afraid of Rebecca, though eager in his praises of her.


She tended him through a series of unheard-of illnesses with a fidelity most admirable.

She had tended him through a series of unheard-of illnesses with admirable fidelity.


"But--but--oh, for God's sake, do come and live near me, and--and--see me sometimes," whimpered out the unfortunate man.

"But - but - oh, for God's sake, do come and live near me, and see me sometimes," whimpered the unfortunate man.


"Considering the circumstances, Amelia can't visit you."


"I swear to you--I swear to you on the Bible," gasped out Joseph, wanting to kiss the book, "that she is as innocent as a child, as spotless as your own wife."

"I swear to you on the Bible," gasped Joseph, "that she is as innocent as a child, as spotless as your own wife."


"It may be so," said the Colonel gloomily, "but Emmy can't come to you.


Be a man, Jos: break off this disreputable connection.

Be a man, Jos: break off this connection.


All my money is placed out most advantageously.

All my money is invested most advantageously.


Mrs. Crawley--that is--I mean--it is laid out to the best interest."

Mrs. Crawley - that is - I mean - it is laid out for the best interest."


"I thought--a little present to her--in case anything happened; and you know my health is so delicate--common gratitude you know--and I intend to leave all my money to you--and I can spare it out of my income, indeed I can," cried out William's weak brother-in-law.

"I thought - a little present to her - in case anything happened; and you know my health is so delicate - I intend to leave all my money to you - and I can spare it, indeed I can," cried out Jos.


The Colonel besought Jos to fly at once--to go back to India, whither Mrs. Crawley could not follow him; to do anything to break off a connection which might have the most fatal consequences to him.

The Colonel besought Jos to fly; to go back to India, where Mrs. Crawley could not follow; to do anything to break off a connection which might have fatal consequences to him.


Jos clasped his hands and cried, "He would go back to India.

Jos clasped his hands and agreed. He would go back to India.


He would do anything, only he must have time: they mustn't say anything to Mrs. Crawley--she'd--she'd kill me if she knew it.

He would do anything, only he must have time: and they mustn't say anything to Mrs. Crawley.
"She'd - she'd kill me if she knew.


You don't know what a terrible woman she is," the poor wretch said.


said Dobbin in reply; but Jos had not the courage.

asked Dobbin; but Jos had not the courage.


"He would see Dobbin again in the morning; he must on no account say that he had been there.


And Dobbin quitted him, full of forebodings.


Three months afterwards Joseph Sedley died at Aix-la-Chapelle.

Three months afterwards, Joseph Sedley died at Aix-la-Chapelle.


It was found that all his property had been muddled away in speculations, and was represented by valueless shares in different bubble companies.

It was found that all his property had been muddled away in speculations in bubble companies.


All his available assets were the two thousand pounds for which his life was insured, and which were left equally between his beloved "sister Amelia, wife of, &c., and his friend and invaluable attendant during sickness, Rebecca, wife of Lieutenant-Colonel Rawdon Crawley, C.B.," who was appointed administratrix.

All his assets were the two thousand pounds for which his life was insured, and which were left equally between his beloved sister Amelia, and his friend and invaluable attendant during sickness, Rebecca, who was appointed administrator.


The solicitor of the insurance company swore it was the blackest case that ever had come before him, talked of sending a commission to Aix to examine into the death, and the Company refused payment of the policy.

The solicitor of the insurance company swore it was the blackest case that had ever come before him. He talked of sending a commission to Aix to examine the death, and the Company withheld payment of the policy.


But Mrs., or Lady Crawley, as she styled herself, came to town at once (attended with her solicitors, Messrs. Burke, Thurtell, and Hayes, of Thavies Inn) and dared the Company to refuse the payment.

But Mrs., or Lady Crawley, as she styled herself, came to town at once with her solicitors, and dared the Company to refuse the payment.


They invited examination, they declared that she was the object of an infamous conspiracy, which had been pursuing her all through life, and triumphed finally.


The money was paid, and her character established, but Colonel Dobbin sent back his share of the legacy to the insurance office and rigidly declined to hold any communication with Rebecca.


She never was Lady Crawley, though she continued so to call herself.


His Excellency Colonel Rawdon Crawley died of yellow fever at Coventry Island, most deeply beloved and deplored, and six weeks before the demise of his brother, Sir Pitt.

His Excellency Colonel Rawdon Crawley died of yellow fever at Coventry Island, most deeply beloved, six weeks before the death of his brother, Sir Pitt.


The estate consequently devolved upon the present Sir Rawdon Crawley, Bart.

The estate passed down to the young Sir Rawdon Crawley.


He, too, has declined to see his mother, to whom he makes a liberal allowance, and who, besides, appears to be very wealthy.


The Baronet lives entirely at Queen's Crawley, with Lady Jane and her daughter, whilst Rebecca, Lady Crawley, chiefly hangs about Bath and Cheltenham, where a very strong party of excellent people consider her to be a most injured woman.

The Baronet lives at Queen's Crawley, with Lady Jane and her daughter, whilst Rebecca, Lady Crawley, chiefly hangs about Bath and Cheltenham, where some excellent people consider her to be a most injured woman.


She goes to church, and never without a footman.


The destitute orange-girl, the neglected washerwoman, the distressed muffin-man find in her a fast and generous friend.


She is always having stalls at Fancy Fairs for the benefit of these hapless beings.

She is always having stalls at Fancy Fairs for the benefit of the destitute.


Emmy, her children, and the Colonel, coming to London some time back, found themselves suddenly before her at one of these fairs.

Emmy, her children, and Colonel Dobbin, coming to London some time back, found themselves suddenly before her at one of these fairs.


She cast down her eyes demurely and smiled as they started away from her; Emmy scurrying off on the arm of George (now grown a dashing young gentleman) and the Colonel seizing up his little Janey, of whom he is fonder than of anything in the world--fonder even than of his History of the Punjaub.

Becky cast down her eyes demurely and smiled as they started away from her; Emmy scurrying off with George (now a dashing young gentleman) and the Colonel seizing up his little Janey, of whom he is fonder than anything in the world - fonder even than of his History of the Punjab.


"Fonder than he is of me," Emmy thinks with a sigh.


But he never said a word to Amelia that was not kind and gentle, or thought of a want of hers that he did not try to gratify.


or, having it, is satisfied?--come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

or, having it, is satisfied? Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.


Besides these honest folks at the Hall (whose simplicity and sweet rural purity surely show the advantage of a country life over a town one), we must introduce the reader to their relatives and neighbours at the Rectory, Bute Crawley and his wife.

Besides these honest folks at the Hall, we must introduce the reader to their relatives at the Rectory, Bute Crawley and his wife.


The Reverend Bute Crawley was a tall, stately, jolly, shovel-hatted man, far more popular in his county than the Baronet his brother.

The Reverend Bute Crawley was a tall, stately, jolly man, far more popular than the Baronet his brother.


At college he pulled stroke-oar in the Christchurch boat, and had thrashed all the best bruisers of the "town."

At college he rowed in the Christchurch boat, and had boxed, and he carried these tastes into private life.


He carried his taste for boxing and athletic exercises into private life; there was not a fight within twenty miles at which he was not present, nor a race, nor a coursing match, nor a regatta, nor a ball, nor an election, nor a visitation dinner, nor indeed a good dinner in the whole county, but he found means to attend it.

There was not a fight within twenty miles at which he was not present, nor a race, a regatta, a ball, or a dinner in the whole county, but he found means to attend it.


You might see his bay mare and gig-lamps a score of miles away from his Rectory House, whenever there was any dinner-party at Fuddleston, or at Roxby, or at Wapshot Hall, or at the great lords of the county, with all of whom he was intimate.


He had a fine voice; sang "A southerly wind and a cloudy sky"; and gave the "whoop" in chorus with general applause.

He had a fine voice and sang well and heartily.


He rode to hounds in a pepper-and-salt frock, and was one of the best fishermen in the county.

He rode in the hunt, and was one of the best fishermen in the county.


Mrs. Crawley, the rector's wife, was a smart little body, who wrote this worthy divine's sermons.

Mrs. Crawley, the rector's wife, was a smart little body, who wrote his sermons.


Being of a domestic turn, and keeping the house a great deal with her daughters, she ruled absolutely within the Rectory, wisely giving her husband full liberty without.

She ruled absolutely within the Rectory, wisely giving her husband full liberty without.


He was welcome to come and go, and dine abroad as many days as his fancy dictated, for Mrs. Crawley was a saving woman and knew the price of port wine.

He was welcome to come and go, and dine out as many days as he liked, for Mrs. Crawley was a saving woman.


Ever since Mrs. Bute carried off the young Rector of Queen's Crawley (she was of a good family, daughter of the late Lieut.-Colonel Hector McTavish, and she and her mother played for Bute and won him at Harrowgate), she had been a prudent and thrifty wife to him.

She was the daughter of the late Lieut.-Colonel Hector McTavish, and she and her mother won Bute at Harrogate; ever since marrying him, she had been a prudent and thrifty wife.


In spite of her care, however, he was always in debt.


It took him at least ten years to pay off his college bills contracted during his father's lifetime.

It took him ten years to pay off his college bills


In the year 179-, when he was just clear of these incumbrances, he gave the odds of 100 to 1 (in twenties) against Kangaroo, who won the Derby.

; then, when he was just clear of them, he gave odds of 100 to 1 against Kangaroo, who won the Derby.


The Rector was obliged to take up the money at a ruinous interest, and had been struggling ever since.

The Rector was obliged to take up the money at ruinous interest, and had been struggling ever since.


His sister helped him with a hundred now and then, but of course his great hope was in her death--when "hang it" (as he would say), "Matilda must leave me half her money."

His sister helped him with a hundred pounds now and then, but of course his great hope was in her death - when "hang it" (he would say), "Matilda must leave me half her money."


So that the Baronet and his brother had every reason which two brothers possibly can have for being by the ears.

So the Baronet and his brother had every reason for disagreement.


Sir Pitt had had the better of Bute in innumerable family transactions.


Young Pitt not only did not hunt, but set up a meeting house under his uncle's very nose.

Young Pitt not only did not hunt, but set up a Quaker meeting house under his uncle's nose.


Rawdon, it was known, was to come in for the bulk of Miss Crawley's property.

Rawdon, it was known, was to inherit the bulk of Miss Crawley's property.


These money transactions--these speculations in life and death--these silent battles for reversionary spoil--make brothers very loving towards each other in Vanity Fair.

Speculations in life and death make brothers very loving towards each other in Vanity Fair.


I, for my part, have known a five-pound note to interpose and knock up a half century's attachment between two brethren; and can't but admire, as I think what a fine and durable thing Love is among worldly people.


It cannot be supposed that the arrival of such a personage as Rebecca at Queen's Crawley, and her gradual establishment in the good graces of all people there, could be unremarked by Mrs. Bute Crawley.

Rebecca's establishment at Queen's Crawley did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Bute Crawley.


Mrs. Bute, who knew how many days the sirloin of beef lasted at the Hall; how much linen was got ready at the great wash; how many peaches were on the south wall; how many doses her ladyship took when she was ill--for such points are matters of intense interest to certain persons in the country--Mrs. Bute, I say, could not pass over the Hall governess without making every inquiry respecting her history and character.

Mrs. Bute, who knew how many days the sirloin of beef lasted at the Hall; how much linen was got ready at the great wash; how many peaches were on the south wall - Mrs. Bute could not pass over the governess without making every inquiry about her.


There was always the best understanding between the servants at the Rectory and the Hall.


There was always a good glass of ale in the kitchen of the former place for the Hall people, whose ordinary drink was very small--and, indeed, the Rector's lady knew exactly how much malt went to every barrel of Hall beer--ties of relationship existed between the Hall and Rectory domestics, as between their masters; and through these channels each family was perfectly well acquainted with the doings of the other.

There was always a good glass of ale in the Rectory kitchen for the Hall servants, whose usual drink was very weak; and through these channels each family was perfectly well acquainted with the doings of the other.


That, by the way, may be set down as a general remark.


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


When you have quarrelled, all his outgoings and incomings you know, as if you were his spy.


Very soon then after her arrival, Rebecca began to take a regular place in Mrs. Crawley's bulletin from the Hall.

Very soon after her arrival, Rebecca began to take a regular place in the servants' bulletins from the Hall.


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

To start with: "The black porker's killed - salted the sides - leg of pork for dinner.


Mr. Cramp from Mudbury, over with Sir Pitt about putting John Blackmore in gaol--Mr. Pitt at meeting (with all the names of the people who attended)--my lady as usual--the young ladies with the governess."

Mr. Cramp from Mudbury over with Sir Pitt - Mr. Pitt at meeting - my lady as usual - the young ladies with the governess."


Then the report would come--the new governess be a rare manager--Sir Pitt be very sweet on her--Mr. Crawley too--He be reading tracts to her--"What an abandoned wretch!"

Then the report came - the new governess be a rare manager - Sir Pitt be very sweet on her - Mr. Crawley too - he be reading tracts to her.
"What an abandoned wretch!"


said little, eager, active, black-faced Mrs. Bute Crawley.


Finally, the reports were that the governess had "come round" everybody, wrote Sir Pitt's letters, did his business, managed his accounts--had the upper hand of the whole house, my lady, Mr. Crawley, the girls and all--at which Mrs. Crawley declared she was an artful hussy, and had some dreadful designs in view.

Finally, the reports were that the governess had "come round" everybody, wrote Sir Pitt's letters, did his business, and had the upper hand of the whole house, my lady, Mr. Crawley, and all.


Thus the doings at the Hall were the great food for conversation at the Rectory, and Mrs. Bute's bright eyes spied out everything that took place in the enemy's camp--everything and a great deal besides.

Thus Mrs. Bute spied out everything that took place in the enemy's camp, and a great deal besides.


Mrs. Bute Crawley to Miss Pinkerton, The Mall, Chiswick.


My Dear Madam,--Although it is so many years since I profited by your delightful and invaluable instructions, yet I have ever retained the FONDEST and most reverential regard for Miss Pinkerton, and DEAR Chiswick.

My Dear Madam,
Although it is many years since I profited by your delightful instructions, yet I have ever retained the FONDEST regard for Miss Pinkerton, and dear Chiswick.


The world and the cause of education cannot afford to lose Miss Pinkerton for MANY MANY YEARS.

The world cannot afford to lose Miss Pinkerton for MANY MANY YEARS.


When my friend, Lady Fuddleston, mentioned that her dear girls required an instructress (I am too poor to engage a governess for mine, but was I not educated at Chiswick?)


--"Who," I exclaimed, "can we consult but the excellent, the incomparable Miss Pinkerton?"

- "Who," I exclaimed, "can we consult but the excellent Miss Pinkerton?"


In a word, have you, dear madam, any ladies on your list, whose services might be made available to my kind friend and neighbour?

Have you, dear madam, any ladies on your list, whose services might be available to my friend?


I assure you she will take no governess BUT OF YOUR CHOOSING.