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"
Not
let
Miss
Sharp
dine
at
table
!
"
said
she
to
Sir
Pitt
,
who
had
arranged
a
dinner
of
ceremony
,
and
asked
all
the
neighbouring
baronets
.
"
My
dear
creature
,
do
you
suppose
I
can
talk
about
the
nursery
with
Lady
Fuddleston
,
or
discuss
justices
'
business
with
that
goose
,
old
Sir
Giles
Wapshot
?
I
insist
upon
Miss
Sharp
appearing
.
Let
Lady
Crawley
remain
upstairs
,
if
there
is
no
room
.
But
little
Miss
Sharp
!
Why
,
she
's
the
only
person
fit
to
talk
to
in
the
county
!
"
Of
course
,
after
such
a
peremptory
order
as
this
,
Miss
Sharp
,
the
governess
,
received
commands
to
dine
with
the
illustrious
company
below
stairs
.
And
when
Sir
Huddleston
had
,
with
great
pomp
and
ceremony
,
handed
Miss
Crawley
in
to
dinner
,
and
was
preparing
to
take
his
place
by
her
side
,
the
old
lady
cried
out
,
in
a
shrill
voice
,
"
Becky
Sharp
!
Miss
Sharp
!
Come
you
and
sit
by
me
and
amuse
me
;
and
let
Sir
Huddleston
sit
by
Lady
Wapshot
.
"
When
the
parties
were
over
,
and
the
carriages
had
rolled
away
,
the
insatiable
Miss
Crawley
would
say
,
"
Come
to
my
dressing
room
,
Becky
,
and
let
us
abuse
the
company
"
--
which
,
between
them
,
this
pair
of
friends
did
perfectly
.
Old
Sir
Huddleston
wheezed
a
great
deal
at
dinner
;
Sir
Giles
Wapshot
had
a
particularly
noisy
manner
of
imbibing
his
soup
,
and
her
ladyship
a
wink
of
the
left
eye
;
all
of
which
Becky
caricatured
to
admiration
;
as
well
as
the
particulars
of
the
night
's
conversation
;
the
politics
;
the
war
;
the
quarter-sessions
;
the
famous
run
with
the
H.H.
,
and
those
heavy
and
dreary
themes
,
about
which
country
gentlemen
converse
.
As
for
the
Misses
Wapshot
's
toilettes
and
Lady
Fuddleston
's
famous
yellow
hat
,
Miss
Sharp
tore
them
to
tatters
,
to
the
infinite
amusement
of
her
audience
.
"
My
dear
,
you
are
a
perfect
trouvaille
,
"
Miss
Crawley
would
say
.
"
I
wish
you
could
come
to
me
in
London
,
but
I
could
n't
make
a
butt
of
you
as
I
do
of
poor
Briggs
no
,
no
,
you
little
sly
creature
;
you
are
too
clever
--
Is
n't
she
,
Firkin
?
"
Mrs.
Firkin
(
who
was
dressing
the
very
small
remnant
of
hair
which
remained
on
Miss
Crawley
's
pate
)
,
flung
up
her
head
and
said
,
"
I
think
Miss
is
very
clever
,
"
with
the
most
killing
sarcastic
air
.
In
fact
,
Mrs.
Firkin
had
that
natural
jealousy
which
is
one
of
the
main
principles
of
every
honest
woman
.
After
rebuffing
Sir
Huddleston
Fuddleston
,
Miss
Crawley
ordered
that
Rawdon
Crawley
should
lead
her
in
to
dinner
every
day
,
and
that
Becky
should
follow
with
her
cushion
--
or
else
she
would
have
Becky
's
arm
and
Rawdon
with
the
pillow
.
"
We
must
sit
together
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
're
the
only
three
Christians
in
the
county
,
my
love
"
--
in
which
case
,
it
must
be
confessed
,
that
religion
was
at
a
very
low
ebb
in
the
county
of
Hants
.
Besides
being
such
a
fine
religionist
,
Miss
Crawley
was
,
as
we
have
said
,
an
Ultra-liberal
in
opinions
,
and
always
took
occasion
to
express
these
in
the
most
candid
manner
.
"
What
is
birth
,
my
dear
!
"
she
would
say
to
Rebecca
--
"
Look
at
my
brother
Pitt
;
look
at
the
Huddlestons
,
who
have
been
here
since
Henry
II
;
look
at
poor
Bute
at
the
parsonage
--
is
any
one
of
them
equal
to
you
in
intelligence
or
breeding
?
Equal
to
you
--
they
are
not
even
equal
to
poor
dear
Briggs
,
my
companion
,
or
Bowls
,
my
butler
.
