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Rawdon
Crawley
was
scared
at
these
triumphs
.
They
seemed
to
separate
his
wife
farther
than
ever
from
him
somehow
.
He
thought
with
a
feeling
very
like
pain
how
immeasurably
she
was
his
superior
.
When
the
hour
of
departure
came
,
a
crowd
of
young
men
followed
her
to
her
carriage
,
for
which
the
people
without
bawled
,
the
cry
being
caught
up
by
the
link-men
who
were
stationed
outside
the
tall
gates
of
Gaunt
House
,
congratulating
each
person
who
issued
from
the
gate
and
hoping
his
Lordship
had
enjoyed
this
noble
party
.
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
's
carriage
,
coming
up
to
the
gate
after
due
shouting
,
rattled
into
the
illuminated
court-yard
and
drove
up
to
the
covered
way
.
Rawdon
put
his
wife
into
the
carriage
,
which
drove
off
.
Mr.
Wenham
had
proposed
to
him
to
walk
home
,
and
offered
the
Colonel
the
refreshment
of
a
cigar
.
They
lighted
their
cigars
by
the
lamp
of
one
of
the
many
link-boys
outside
,
and
Rawdon
walked
on
with
his
friend
Wenham
.
Two
persons
separated
from
the
crowd
and
followed
the
two
gentlemen
;
and
when
they
had
walked
down
Gaunt
Square
a
few
score
of
paces
,
one
of
the
men
came
up
and
,
touching
Rawdon
on
the
shoulder
,
said
,
"
Beg
your
pardon
,
Colonel
,
I
vish
to
speak
to
you
most
particular
.
"
This
gentleman
's
acquaintance
gave
a
loud
whistle
as
the
latter
spoke
,
at
which
signal
a
cab
came
clattering
up
from
those
stationed
at
the
gate
of
Gaunt
House
--
and
the
aide-de-camp
ran
round
and
placed
himself
in
front
of
Colonel
Crawley
.
That
gallant
officer
at
once
knew
what
had
befallen
him
.
He
was
in
the
hands
of
the
bailiffs
.
He
started
back
,
falling
against
the
man
who
had
first
touched
him
.
"
We
're
three
on
us
--
it
's
no
use
bolting
,
"
the
man
behind
said
"
It
's
you
,
Moss
,
is
it
?
"
said
the
Colonel
,
who
appeared
to
know
his
interlocutor
.
"
How
much
is
it
?
"
"
Only
a
small
thing
,
"
whispered
Mr.
Moss
,
of
Cursitor
Street
,
Chancery
Lane
,
and
assistant
officer
to
the
Sheriff
of
Middlesex
--
"
One
hundred
and
sixty-six
,
six
and
eight-pence
,
at
the
suit
of
Mr.
Nathan
.
"
"
Lend
me
a
hundred
,
Wenham
,
for
God
's
sake
,
"
poor
Rawdon
said
--
"
I
've
got
seventy
at
home
.
"
"
I
've
not
got
ten
pounds
in
the
world
,
"
said
poor
Mr.
Wenham
--
"
Good
night
,
my
dear
fellow
.
"
