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The
different
conduct
of
these
two
people
is
pointed
out
respectfully
to
the
attention
of
persons
commencing
the
world
.
Praise
everybody
,
I
say
to
such
:
never
be
squeamish
,
but
speak
out
your
compliment
both
point-blank
in
a
man
's
face
,
and
behind
his
back
,
when
you
know
there
is
a
reasonable
chance
of
his
hearing
it
again
.
Never
lose
a
chance
of
saying
a
kind
word
.
As
Collingwood
never
saw
a
vacant
place
in
his
estate
but
he
took
an
acorn
out
of
his
pocket
and
popped
it
in
;
so
deal
with
your
compliments
through
life
.
An
acorn
costs
nothing
;
but
it
may
sprout
into
a
prodigious
bit
of
timber
.
In
a
word
,
during
Rawdon
Crawley
's
prosperity
,
he
was
only
obeyed
with
sulky
acquiescence
;
when
his
disgrace
came
,
there
was
nobody
to
help
or
pity
him
.
Whereas
,
when
Mrs.
Bute
took
the
command
at
Miss
Crawley
's
house
,
the
garrison
there
were
charmed
to
act
under
such
a
leader
,
expecting
all
sorts
of
promotion
from
her
promises
,
her
generosity
,
and
her
kind
words
.
That
he
would
consider
himself
beaten
,
after
one
defeat
,
and
make
no
attempt
to
regain
the
position
he
had
lost
,
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
never
allowed
herself
to
suppose
.
She
knew
Rebecca
to
be
too
clever
and
spirited
and
desperate
a
woman
to
submit
without
a
struggle
;
and
felt
that
she
must
prepare
for
that
combat
,
and
be
incessantly
watchful
against
assault
;
or
mine
,
or
surprise
.
In
the
first
place
,
though
she
held
the
town
,
was
she
sure
of
the
principal
inhabitant
?
Would
Miss
Crawley
herself
hold
out
;
and
had
she
not
a
secret
longing
to
welcome
back
the
ousted
adversary
?
The
old
lady
liked
Rawdon
,
and
Rebecca
,
who
amused
her
.
Mrs.
Bute
could
not
disguise
from
herself
the
fact
that
none
of
her
party
could
so
contribute
to
the
pleasures
of
the
town-bred
lady
.
"
My
girls
'
singing
,
after
that
little
odious
governess
's
,
I
know
is
unbearable
,
"
the
candid
Rector
's
wife
owned
to
herself
.
"
She
always
used
to
go
to
sleep
when
Martha
and
Louisa
played
their
duets
.
Jim
's
stiff
college
manners
and
poor
dear
Bute
's
talk
about
his
dogs
and
horses
always
annoyed
her
.
If
I
took
her
to
the
Rectory
,
she
would
grow
angry
with
us
all
,
and
fly
,
I
know
she
would
;
and
might
fall
into
that
horrid
Rawdon
's
clutches
again
,
and
be
the
victim
of
that
little
viper
of
a
Sharp
.
Meanwhile
,
it
is
clear
to
me
that
she
is
exceedingly
unwell
,
and
can
not
move
for
some
weeks
,
at
any
rate
;
during
which
we
must
think
of
some
plan
to
protect
her
from
the
arts
of
those
unprincipled
people
.
"
In
the
very
best-of
moments
,
if
anybody
told
Miss
Crawley
that
she
was
,
or
looked
ill
,
the
trembling
old
lady
sent
off
for
her
doctor
;
and
I
daresay
she
was
very
unwell
after
the
sudden
family
event
,
which
might
serve
to
shake
stronger
nerves
than
hers
.
At
least
,
Mrs.
Bute
thought
it
was
her
duty
to
inform
the
physician
,
and
the
apothecary
,
and
the
dame-de-compagnie
,
and
the
domestics
,
that
Miss
Crawley
was
in
a
most
critical
state
,
and
that
they
were
to
act
accordingly
.
She
had
the
street
laid
knee-deep
with
straw
;
and
the
knocker
put
by
with
Mr.
Bowls
's
plate
.
She
insisted
that
the
Doctor
should
call
twice
a
day
;
and
deluged
her
patient
with
draughts
every
two
hours
.
When
anybody
entered
the
room
,
she
uttered
a
shshshsh
so
sibilant
and
ominous
,
that
it
frightened
the
poor
old
lady
in
her
bed
,
from
which
she
could
not
look
without
seeing
Mrs.
Bute
's
beady
eyes
eagerly
fixed
on
her
,
as
the
latter
sate
steadfast
in
the
arm-chair
by
the
bedside
.
They
seemed
to
lighten
in
the
dark
(
for
she
kept
the
curtains
closed
)
as
she
moved
about
the
room
on
velvet
paws
like
a
cat
.
There
Miss
Crawley
lay
for
days
--
ever
so
many
days
--
Mr.
Bute
reading
books
of
devotion
to
her
:
for
nights
,
long
nights
,
during
which
she
had
to
hear
the
watchman
sing
,
the
night-light
sputter
;
visited
at
midnight
,
the
last
thing
,
by
the
stealthy
apothecary
;
and
then
left
to
look
at
Mrs.
Bute
's
twinkling
eyes
,
or
the
flicks
of
yellow
that
the
rushlight
threw
on
the
dreary
darkened
ceiling
.
Hygeia
herself
would
have
fallen
sick
under
such
a
regimen
;
and
how
much
more
this
poor
old
nervous
victim
?
It
has
been
said
that
when
she
was
in
health
and
good
spirits
,
this
venerable
inhabitant
of
Vanity
Fair
had
as
free
notions
about
religion
and
morals
as
Monsieur
de
Voltaire
himself
could
desire
,
but
when
illness
overtook
her
,
it
was
aggravated
by
the
most
dreadful
terrors
of
death
,
and
an
utter
cowardice
took
possession
of
the
prostrate
old
sinner
.
Sick-bed
homilies
and
pious
reflections
are
,
to
be
sure
,
out
of
place
in
mere
story-books
,
and
we
are
not
going
(
after
the
fashion
of
some
novelists
of
the
present
day
)
to
cajole
the
public
into
a
sermon
,
when
it
is
only
a
comedy
that
the
reader
pays
his
money
to
witness
.
But
,
without
preaching
,
the
truth
may
surely
be
borne
in
mind
,
that
the
bustle
,
and
triumph
,
and
laughter
,
and
gaiety
which
Vanity
Fair
exhibits
in
public
,
do
not
always
pursue
the
performer
into
private
life
,
and
that
the
most
dreary
depression
of
spirits
and
dismal
repentances
sometimes
overcome
him
.
Recollection
of
the
best
ordained
banquets
will
scarcely
cheer
sick
epicures
.
Reminiscences
of
the
most
becoming
dresses
and
brilliant
ball
triumphs
will
go
very
little
way
to
console
faded
beauties
.
Perhaps
statesmen
,
at
a
particular
period
of
existence
,
are
not
much
gratified
at
thinking
over
the
most
triumphant
divisions
;
and
the
success
or
the
pleasure
of
yesterday
becomes
of
very
small
account
when
a
certain
(
albeit
uncertain
)
morrow
is
in
view
,
about
which
all
of
us
must
some
day
or
other
be
speculating
.
O
brother
wearers
of
motley
!
Are
there
not
moments
when
one
grows
sick
of
grinning
and
tumbling
,
and
the
jingling
of
cap
and
bells
?
This
,
dear
friends
and
companions
,
is
my
amiable
object
--
to
walk
with
you
through
the
Fair
,
to
examine
the
shops
and
the
shows
there
;
and
that
we
should
all
come
home
after
the
flare
,
and
the
noise
,
and
the
gaiety
,
and
be
perfectly
miserable
in
private
.
