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Rawdon
left
her
and
walked
home
rapidly
.
It
was
nine
o'clock
at
night
.
He
ran
across
the
streets
and
the
great
squares
of
Vanity
Fair
,
and
at
length
came
up
breathless
opposite
his
own
house
.
He
started
back
and
fell
against
the
railings
,
trembling
as
he
looked
up
.
The
drawing-room
windows
were
blazing
with
light
.
She
had
said
that
she
was
in
bed
and
ill
.
He
stood
there
for
some
time
,
the
light
from
the
rooms
on
his
pale
face
.
He
took
out
his
door-key
and
let
himself
into
the
house
.
He
could
hear
laughter
in
the
upper
rooms
.
He
was
in
the
ball-dress
in
which
he
had
been
captured
the
night
before
.
He
went
silently
up
the
stairs
,
leaning
against
the
banisters
at
the
stair-head
.
Nobody
was
stirring
in
the
house
besides
--
all
the
servants
had
been
sent
away
.
Rawdon
heard
laughter
within
--
laughter
and
singing
.
Becky
was
singing
a
snatch
of
the
song
of
the
night
before
;
a
hoarse
voice
shouted
"
Brava
!
Brava
!
"
--
it
was
Lord
Steyne
's
.
Rawdon
opened
the
door
and
went
in
.
A
little
table
with
a
dinner
was
laid
out
--
and
wine
and
plate
.
Steyne
was
hanging
over
the
sofa
on
which
Becky
sat
.
The
wretched
woman
was
in
a
brilliant
full
toilette
,
her
arms
and
all
her
fingers
sparkling
with
bracelets
and
rings
,
and
the
brilliants
on
her
breast
which
Steyne
had
given
her
.
He
had
her
hand
in
his
,
and
was
bowing
over
it
to
kiss
it
,
when
Becky
started
up
with
a
faint
scream
as
she
caught
sight
of
Rawdon
's
white
face
.
At
the
next
instant
she
tried
a
smile
,
a
horrid
smile
,
as
if
to
welcome
her
husband
;
and
Steyne
rose
up
,
grinding
his
teeth
,
pale
,
and
with
fury
in
his
looks
.
He
,
too
,
attempted
a
laugh
--
and
came
forward
holding
out
his
hand
.
"
What
,
come
back
!
How
d'ye
do
,
Crawley
?
"
he
said
,
the
nerves
of
his
mouth
twitching
as
he
tried
to
grin
at
the
intruder
.
There
was
that
in
Rawdon
's
face
which
caused
Becky
to
fling
herself
before
him
.
"
I
am
innocent
,
Rawdon
,
"
she
said
;
"
before
God
,
I
am
innocent
.
"
She
clung
hold
of
his
coat
,
of
his
hands
;
her
own
were
all
covered
with
serpents
,
and
rings
,
and
baubles
.
"
I
am
innocent
.
Say
I
am
innocent
,
"
she
said
to
Lord
Steyne
.
He
thought
a
trap
had
been
laid
for
him
,
and
was
as
furious
with
the
wife
as
with
the
husband
.
"
You
innocent
!
Damn
you
,
"
he
screamed
out
.
"
You
innocent
!
Why
every
trinket
you
have
on
your
body
is
paid
for
by
me
.
I
have
given
you
thousands
of
pounds
,
which
this
fellow
has
spent
and
for
which
he
has
sold
you
.
Innocent
,
by
--
!
You
're
as
innocent
as
your
mother
,
the
ballet-girl
,
and
your
husband
the
bully
.
Do
n't
think
to
frighten
me
as
you
have
done
others
.
Make
way
,
sir
,
and
let
me
pass
"
;
and
Lord
Steyne
seized
up
his
hat
,
and
,
with
flame
in
his
eyes
,
and
looking
his
enemy
fiercely
in
the
face
,
marched
upon
him
,
never
for
a
moment
doubting
that
the
other
would
give
way
.
But
Rawdon
Crawley
springing
out
,
seized
him
by
the
neckcloth
,
until
Steyne
,
almost
strangled
,
writhed
and
bent
under
his
arm
.
"
You
lie
,
you
dog
!
"
said
Rawdon
.
"
You
lie
,
you
coward
and
villain
!
"
And
he
struck
the
Peer
twice
over
the
face
with
his
open
hand
and
flung
him
bleeding
to
the
ground
.
It
was
all
done
before
Rebecca
could
interpose
.
She
stood
there
trembling
before
him
.
She
admired
her
husband
,
strong
,
brave
,
and
victorious
.
"
Come
here
,
"
he
said
.
She
came
up
at
once
.
