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Rebecca
had
never
seen
a
Baronet
,
as
far
as
she
knew
,
and
as
soon
as
she
had
taken
leave
of
Amelia
,
and
counted
the
guineas
which
good-natured
Mr.
Sedley
had
put
into
a
purse
for
her
,
and
as
soon
as
she
had
done
wiping
her
eyes
with
her
handkerchief
(
which
operation
she
concluded
the
very
moment
the
carriage
had
turned
the
corner
of
the
street
)
,
she
began
to
depict
in
her
own
mind
what
a
Baronet
must
be
.
"
I
wonder
,
does
he
wear
a
star
?
"
thought
she
,
"
or
is
it
only
lords
that
wear
stars
?
But
he
will
be
very
handsomely
dressed
in
a
court
suit
,
with
ruffles
,
and
his
hair
a
little
powdered
,
like
Mr.
Wroughton
at
Covent
Garden
.
I
suppose
he
will
be
awfully
proud
,
and
that
I
shall
be
treated
most
contemptuously
.
Still
I
must
bear
my
hard
lot
as
well
as
I
can
--
at
least
,
I
shall
be
amongst
GENTLEFOLKS
,
and
not
with
vulgar
city
people
"
:
and
she
fell
to
thinking
of
her
Russell
Square
friends
with
that
very
same
philosophical
bitterness
with
which
,
in
a
certain
apologue
,
the
fox
is
represented
as
speaking
of
the
grapes
.
Having
passed
through
Gaunt
Square
into
Great
Gaunt
Street
,
the
carriage
at
length
stopped
at
a
tall
gloomy
house
between
two
other
tall
gloomy
houses
,
each
with
a
hatchment
over
the
middle
drawing-room
window
;
as
is
the
custom
of
houses
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
,
in
which
gloomy
locality
death
seems
to
reign
perpetual
.
The
shutters
of
the
first-floor
windows
of
Sir
Pitt
's
mansion
were
closed
--
those
of
the
dining-room
were
partially
open
,
and
the
blinds
neatly
covered
up
in
old
newspapers
.
John
,
the
groom
,
who
had
driven
the
carriage
alone
,
did
not
care
to
descend
to
ring
the
bell
;
and
so
prayed
a
passing
milk-boy
to
perform
that
office
for
him
.
When
the
bell
was
rung
,
a
head
appeared
between
the
interstices
of
the
dining-room
shutters
,
and
the
door
was
opened
by
a
man
in
drab
breeches
and
gaiters
,
with
a
dirty
old
coat
,
a
foul
old
neckcloth
lashed
round
his
bristly
neck
,
a
shining
bald
head
,
a
leering
red
face
,
a
pair
of
twinkling
grey
eyes
,
and
a
mouth
perpetually
on
the
grin
.
"
This
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
's
?
"
says
John
,
from
the
box
.
"
Ees
,
"
says
the
man
at
the
door
,
with
a
nod
.
"
Hand
down
these
'
ere
trunks
then
,
"
said
John
.
"
Hand
'
n
down
yourself
,
"
said
the
porter
.
"
Do
n't
you
see
I
ca
n't
leave
my
hosses
?
Come
,
bear
a
hand
,
my
fine
feller
,
and
Miss
will
give
you
some
beer
,
"
said
John
,
with
a
horse-laugh
,
for
he
was
no
longer
respectful
to
Miss
Sharp
,
as
her
connexion
with
the
family
was
broken
off
,
and
as
she
had
given
nothing
to
the
servants
on
coming
away
.
The
bald-headed
man
,
taking
his
hands
out
of
his
breeches
pockets
,
advanced
on
this
summons
,
and
throwing
Miss
Sharp
's
trunk
over
his
shoulder
,
carried
it
into
the
house
.
