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The
little
woman
,
attacked
on
a
sudden
,
but
never
without
arms
,
lighted
up
in
an
instant
,
parried
and
riposted
with
a
home-thrust
,
which
made
Wagg
's
face
tingle
with
shame
;
then
she
returned
to
her
soup
with
the
most
perfect
calm
and
a
quiet
smile
on
her
face
.
Wagg
's
great
patron
,
who
gave
him
dinners
and
lent
him
a
little
money
sometimes
,
and
whose
election
,
newspaper
,
and
other
jobs
Wagg
did
,
gave
the
luckless
fellow
such
a
savage
glance
with
the
eyes
as
almost
made
him
sink
under
the
table
and
burst
into
tears
.
He
looked
piteously
at
my
lord
,
who
never
spoke
to
him
during
dinner
,
and
at
the
ladies
,
who
disowned
him
.
At
last
Becky
herself
took
compassion
upon
him
and
tried
to
engage
him
in
talk
.
He
was
not
asked
to
dinner
again
for
six
weeks
;
and
Fiche
,
my
lord
's
confidential
man
,
to
whom
Wagg
naturally
paid
a
good
deal
of
court
,
was
instructed
to
tell
him
that
if
he
ever
dared
to
say
a
rude
thing
to
Mrs.
Crawley
again
,
or
make
her
the
butt
of
his
stupid
jokes
,
Milor
would
put
every
one
of
his
notes
of
hand
into
his
lawyer
's
hands
and
sell
him
up
without
mercy
.
Wagg
wept
before
Fiche
and
implored
his
dear
friend
to
intercede
for
him
.
He
wrote
a
poem
in
favour
of
Mrs.
R.
C.
,
which
appeared
in
the
very
next
number
of
the
Harum-scarum
Magazine
,
which
he
conducted
.
He
implored
her
good-will
at
parties
where
he
met
her
.
He
cringed
and
coaxed
Rawdon
at
the
club
.
He
was
allowed
to
come
back
to
Gaunt
House
after
a
while
.
Becky
was
always
good
to
him
,
always
amused
,
never
angry
.
His
lordship
's
vizier
and
chief
confidential
servant
(
with
a
seat
in
parliament
and
at
the
dinner
table
)
,
Mr.
Wenham
,
was
much
more
prudent
in
his
behaviour
and
opinions
than
Mr.
Wagg
.
However
much
he
might
be
disposed
to
hate
all
parvenus
(
Mr.
Wenham
himself
was
a
staunch
old
True
Blue
Tory
,
and
his
father
a
small
coal-merchant
in
the
north
of
England
)
,
this
aide-de-camp
of
the
Marquis
never
showed
any
sort
of
hostility
to
the
new
favourite
,
but
pursued
her
with
stealthy
kindnesses
and
a
sly
and
deferential
politeness
which
somehow
made
Becky
more
uneasy
than
other
people
's
overt
hostilities
.
How
the
Crawleys
got
the
money
which
was
spent
upon
the
entertainments
with
which
they
treated
the
polite
world
was
a
mystery
which
gave
rise
to
some
conversation
at
the
time
,
and
probably
added
zest
to
these
little
festivities
.
Some
persons
averred
that
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
gave
his
brother
a
handsome
allowance
;
if
he
did
,
Becky
's
power
over
the
Baronet
must
have
been
extraordinary
indeed
,
and
his
character
greatly
changed
in
his
advanced
age
.
Other
parties
hinted
that
it
was
Becky
's
habit
to
levy
contributions
on
all
her
husband
's
friends
:
going
to
this
one
in
tears
with
an
account
that
there
was
an
execution
in
the
house
;
falling
on
her
knees
to
that
one
and
declaring
that
the
whole
family
must
go
to
gaol
or
commit
suicide
unless
such
and
such
a
bill
could
be
paid
.
Lord
Southdown
,
it
was
said
,
had
been
induced
to
give
many
hundreds
through
these
pathetic
representations
.
Young
Feltham
,
of
the
--
th
Dragoons
(
and
son
of
the
firm
of
Tiler
and
Feltham
,
hatters
and
army
accoutrement
makers
)
,
and
whom
the
Crawleys
introduced
into
fashionable
life
,
was
also
cited
as
one
of
Becky
's
victims
in
the
pecuniary
way
.
People
declared
that
she
got
money
from
various
simply
disposed
persons
,
under
pretence
of
getting
them
confidential
appointments
under
Government
.
Who
knows
what
stories
were
or
were
not
told
of
our
dear
and
innocent
friend
?
Certain
it
is
that
if
she
had
had
all
the
money
which
she
was
said
to
have
begged
or
borrowed
or
stolen
,
she
might
have
capitalized
and
been
honest
for
life
,
whereas
--
but
this
is
advancing
matters
.
The
truth
is
,
that
by
economy
and
good
management
--
by
a
sparing
use
of
ready
money
and
by
paying
scarcely
anybody
--
people
can
manage
,
for
a
time
at
least
,
to
make
a
great
show
with
very
little
means
:
and
it
is
our
belief
that
Becky
's
much-talked-of
parties
,
which
were
not
,
after
all
was
said
,
very
numerous
,
cost
this
lady
very
little
more
than
the
wax
candles
which
lighted
the
walls
.
Stillbrook
and
Queen
's
Crawley
supplied
her
with
game
and
fruit
in
abundance
.
Lord
Steyne
's
cellars
were
at
her
disposal
,
and
that
excellent
nobleman
's
famous
cooks
presided
over
her
little
kitchen
,
or
sent
by
my
lord
's
order
the
rarest
delicacies
from
their
own
.
I
protest
it
is
quite
shameful
in
the
world
to
abuse
a
simple
creature
,
as
people
of
her
time
abuse
Becky
,
and
I
warn
the
public
against
believing
one-tenth
of
the
stories
against
her
.
If
every
person
is
to
be
banished
from
society
who
runs
into
debt
and
can
not
pay
--
if
we
are
to
be
peering
into
everybody
's
private
life
,
speculating
upon
their
income
,
and
cutting
them
if
we
do
n't
approve
of
their
expenditure
--
why
,
what
a
howling
wilderness
and
intolerable
dwelling
Vanity
Fair
would
be
!
Every
man
's
hand
would
be
against
his
neighbour
in
this
case
,
my
dear
sir
,
and
the
benefits
of
civilization
would
be
done
away
with
.
We
should
be
quarrelling
,
abusing
,
avoiding
one
another
.
Our
houses
would
become
caverns
,
and
we
should
go
in
rags
because
we
cared
for
nobody
.
Rents
would
go
down
.
Parties
would
n't
be
given
any
more
.
All
the
tradesmen
of
the
town
would
be
bankrupt
.
Wine
,
wax-lights
,
comestibles
,
rouge
,
crinoline-petticoats
,
diamonds
,
wigs
,
Louis-Quatorze
gimcracks
,
and
old
china
,
park
hacks
,
and
splendid
high-stepping
carriage
horses
--
all
the
delights
of
life
,
I
say
--
would
go
to
the
deuce
,
if
people
did
but
act
upon
their
silly
principles
and
avoid
those
whom
they
dislike
and
abuse
.
Whereas
,
by
a
little
charity
and
mutual
forbearance
,
things
are
made
to
go
on
pleasantly
enough
:
we
may
abuse
a
man
as
much
as
we
like
,
and
call
him
the
greatest
rascal
unhanged
--
but
do
we
wish
to
hang
him
therefore
?
No
.
We
shake
hands
when
we
meet
.
If
his
cook
is
good
we
forgive
him
and
go
and
dine
with
him
,
and
we
expect
he
will
do
the
same
by
us
.
Thus
trade
flourishes
--
civilization
advances
;
peace
is
kept
;
new
dresses
are
wanted
for
new
assemblies
every
week
;
and
the
last
year
's
vintage
of
Lafitte
will
remunerate
the
honest
proprietor
who
reared
it
.
At
the
time
whereof
we
are
writing
,
though
the
Great
George
was
on
the
throne
and
ladies
wore
gigots
and
large
combs
like
tortoise-shell
shovels
in
their
hair
,
instead
of
the
simple
sleeves
and
lovely
wreaths
which
are
actually
in
fashion
,
the
manners
of
the
very
polite
world
were
not
,
I
take
it
,
essentially
different
from
those
of
the
present
day
:
and
their
amusements
pretty
similar
.
To
us
,
from
the
outside
,
gazing
over
the
policeman
's
shoulders
at
the
bewildering
beauties
as
they
pass
into
Court
or
ball
,
they
may
seem
beings
of
unearthly
splendour
and
in
the
enjoyment
of
an
exquisite
happiness
by
us
unattainable
.
It
is
to
console
some
of
these
dissatisfied
beings
that
we
are
narrating
our
dear
Becky
's
struggles
,
and
triumphs
,
and
disappointments
,
of
all
of
which
,
indeed
,
as
is
the
case
with
all
persons
of
merit
,
she
had
her
share
.
At
this
time
the
amiable
amusement
of
acting
charades
had
come
among
us
from
France
,
and
was
considerably
in
vogue
in
this
country
,
enabling
the
many
ladies
amongst
us
who
had
beauty
to
display
their
charms
,
and
the
fewer
number
who
had
cleverness
to
exhibit
their
wit
.
My
Lord
Steyne
was
incited
by
Becky
,
who
perhaps
believed
herself
endowed
with
both
the
above
qualifications
,
to
give
an
entertainment
at
Gaunt
House
,
which
should
include
some
of
these
little
dramas
--
and
we
must
take
leave
to
introduce
the
reader
to
this
brilliant
reunion
,
and
,
with
a
melancholy
welcome
too
,
for
it
will
be
among
the
very
last
of
the
fashionable
entertainments
to
which
it
will
be
our
fortune
to
conduct
him
.
A
portion
of
that
splendid
room
,
the
picture
gallery
of
Gaunt
House
,
was
arranged
as
the
charade
theatre
.
It
had
been
so
used
when
George
III
was
king
;
and
a
picture
of
the
Marquis
of
Gaunt
is
still
extant
,
with
his
hair
in
powder
and
a
pink
ribbon
,
in
a
Roman
shape
,
as
it
was
called
,
enacting
the
part
of
Cato
in
Mr.
Addison
's
tragedy
of
that
name
,
performed
before
their
Royal
Highnesses
the
Prince
of
Wales
,
the
Bishop
of
Osnaburgh
,
and
Prince
William
Henry
,
then
children
like
the
actor
.
One
or
two
of
the
old
properties
were
drawn
out
of
the
garrets
,
where
they
had
lain
ever
since
,
and
furbished
up
anew
for
the
present
festivities
.
Young
Bedwin
Sands
,
then
an
elegant
dandy
and
Eastern
traveller
,
was
manager
of
the
revels
.
An
Eastern
traveller
was
somebody
in
those
days
,
and
the
adventurous
Bedwin
,
who
had
published
his
quarto
and
passed
some
months
under
the
tents
in
the
desert
,
was
a
personage
of
no
small
importance
.
In
his
volume
there
were
several
pictures
of
Sands
in
various
oriental
costumes
;
and
he
travelled
about
with
a
black
attendant
of
most
unprepossessing
appearance
,
just
like
another
Brian
de
Bois
Guilbert
.
Bedwin
,
his
costumes
,
and
black
man
,
were
hailed
at
Gaunt
House
as
very
valuable
acquisitions
.
