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"
If
that
poor
man
of
mine
had
a
head
on
his
shoulders
,
"
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
thought
to
herself
,
"
how
useful
he
might
be
,
under
present
circumstances
,
to
this
unhappy
old
lady
!
He
might
make
her
repent
of
her
shocking
free-thinking
ways
;
he
might
urge
her
to
do
her
duty
,
and
cast
off
that
odious
reprobate
who
has
disgraced
himself
and
his
family
;
and
he
might
induce
her
to
do
justice
to
my
dear
girls
and
the
two
boys
,
who
require
and
deserve
,
I
am
sure
,
every
assistance
which
their
relatives
can
give
them
.
"
And
,
as
the
hatred
of
vice
is
always
a
progress
towards
virtue
,
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
endeavoured
to
instil
her
sister-in-law
a
proper
abhorrence
for
all
Rawdon
Crawley
's
manifold
sins
:
of
which
his
uncle
's
wife
brought
forward
such
a
catalogue
as
indeed
would
have
served
to
condemn
a
whole
regiment
of
young
officers
.
If
a
man
has
committed
wrong
in
life
,
I
do
n't
know
any
moralist
more
anxious
to
point
his
errors
out
to
the
world
than
his
own
relations
;
so
Mrs.
Bute
showed
a
perfect
family
interest
and
knowledge
of
Rawdon
's
history
.
She
had
all
the
particulars
of
that
ugly
quarrel
with
Captain
Marker
,
in
which
Rawdon
,
wrong
from
the
beginning
,
ended
in
shooting
the
Captain
.
She
knew
how
the
unhappy
Lord
Dovedale
,
whose
mamma
had
taken
a
house
at
Oxford
,
so
that
he
might
be
educated
there
,
and
who
had
never
touched
a
card
in
his
life
till
he
came
to
London
,
was
perverted
by
Rawdon
at
the
Cocoa-Tree
,
made
helplessly
tipsy
by
this
abominable
seducer
and
perverter
of
youth
,
and
fleeced
of
four
thousand
pounds
.
She
described
with
the
most
vivid
minuteness
the
agonies
of
the
country
families
whom
he
had
ruined
--
the
sons
whom
he
had
plunged
into
dishonour
and
poverty
--
the
daughters
whom
he
had
inveigled
into
perdition
.
She
knew
the
poor
tradesmen
who
were
bankrupt
by
his
extravagance
--
the
mean
shifts
and
rogueries
with
which
he
had
ministered
to
it
--
the
astounding
falsehoods
by
which
he
had
imposed
upon
the
most
generous
of
aunts
,
and
the
ingratitude
and
ridicule
by
which
he
had
repaid
her
sacrifices
.
She
imparted
these
stories
gradually
to
Miss
Crawley
;
gave
her
the
whole
benefit
of
them
;
felt
it
to
be
her
bounden
duty
as
a
Christian
woman
and
mother
of
a
family
to
do
so
;
had
not
the
smallest
remorse
or
compunction
for
the
victim
whom
her
tongue
was
immolating
;
nay
,
very
likely
thought
her
act
was
quite
meritorious
,
and
plumed
herself
upon
her
resolute
manner
of
performing
it
.
Yes
,
if
a
man
's
character
is
to
be
abused
,
say
what
you
will
,
there
's
nobody
like
a
relation
to
do
the
business
.
And
one
is
bound
to
own
,
regarding
this
unfortunate
wretch
of
a
Rawdon
Crawley
,
that
the
mere
truth
was
enough
to
condemn
him
,
and
that
all
inventions
of
scandal
were
quite
superfluous
pains
on
his
friends
'
parts
.
Rebecca
,
too
,
being
now
a
relative
,
came
in
for
the
fullest
share
of
Mrs.
Bute
's
kind
inquiries
.
This
indefatigable
pursuer
of
truth
(
having
given
strict
orders
that
the
door
was
to
be
denied
to
all
emissaries
or
letters
from
Rawdon
)
,
took
Miss
Crawley
's
carriage
,
and
drove
to
her
old
friend
Miss
Pinkerton
,
at
Minerva
House
,
Chiswick
Mall
,
to
whom
she
announced
the
dreadful
intelligence
of
Captain
Rawdon
's
seduction
by
Miss
Sharp
,
and
from
whom
she
got
sundry
strange
particulars
regarding
the
ex-governess
's
birth
and
early
history
.
The
friend
of
the
Lexicographer
had
plenty
of
information
to
give
.
Miss
Jemima
was
made
to
fetch
the
drawing-master
's
receipts
and
letters
.
This
one
was
from
a
spunging-house
:
that
entreated
an
advance
:
another
was
full
of
gratitude
for
Rebecca
's
reception
by
the
ladies
of
Chiswick
:
and
the
last
document
from
the
unlucky
artist
's
pen
was
that
in
which
,
from
his
dying
bed
,
he
recommended
his
orphan
child
to
Miss
Pinkerton
's
protection
.
There
were
juvenile
letters
and
petitions
from
Rebecca
,
too
,
in
the
collection
,
imploring
aid
for
her
father
or
declaring
her
own
gratitude
.
Perhaps
in
Vanity
Fair
there
are
no
better
satires
than
letters
.
Take
a
bundle
of
your
dear
friend
's
of
ten
years
back
--
your
dear
friend
whom
you
hate
now
.
Look
at
a
file
of
your
sister
's
!
how
you
clung
to
each
other
till
you
quarrelled
about
the
twenty-pound
legacy
!
Get
down
the
round-hand
scrawls
of
your
son
who
has
half
broken
your
heart
with
selfish
undutifulness
since
;
or
a
parcel
of
your
own
,
breathing
endless
ardour
and
love
eternal
,
which
were
sent
back
by
your
mistress
when
she
married
the
Nabob
--
your
mistress
for
whom
you
now
care
no
more
than
for
Queen
Elizabeth
.
Vows
,
love
,
promises
,
confidences
,
gratitude
,
how
queerly
they
read
after
a
while
!
There
ought
to
be
a
law
in
Vanity
Fair
ordering
the
destruction
of
every
written
document
(
except
receipted
tradesmen
's
bills
)
after
a
certain
brief
and
proper
interval
.
Those
quacks
and
misanthropes
who
advertise
indelible
Japan
ink
should
be
made
to
perish
along
with
their
wicked
discoveries
.
The
best
ink
for
Vanity
Fair
use
would
be
one
that
faded
utterly
in
a
couple
of
days
,
and
left
the
paper
clean
and
blank
,
so
that
you
might
write
on
it
to
somebody
else
.
From
Miss
Pinkerton
's
the
indefatigable
Mrs.
Bute
followed
the
track
of
Sharp
and
his
daughter
back
to
the
lodgings
in
Greek
Street
,
which
the
defunct
painter
had
occupied
;
and
where
portraits
of
the
landlady
in
white
satin
,
and
of
the
husband
in
brass
buttons
,
done
by
Sharp
in
lieu
of
a
quarter
's
rent
,
still
decorated
the
parlour
walls
.
Mrs.
Stokes
was
a
communicative
person
,
and
quickly
told
all
she
knew
about
Mr.
Sharp
;
how
dissolute
and
poor
he
was
;
how
good-natured
and
amusing
;
how
he
was
always
hunted
by
bailiffs
and
duns
;
how
,
to
the
landlady
's
horror
,
though
she
never
could
abide
the
woman
,
he
did
not
marry
his
wife
till
a
short
time
before
her
death
;
and
what
a
queer
little
wild
vixen
his
daughter
was
;
how
she
kept
them
all
laughing
with
her
fun
and
mimicry
;
how
she
used
to
fetch
the
gin
from
the
public-house
,
and
was
known
in
all
the
studios
in
the
quarter
--
in
brief
,
Mrs.
Bute
got
such
a
full
account
of
her
new
niece
's
parentage
,
education
,
and
behaviour
as
would
scarcely
have
pleased
Rebecca
,
had
the
latter
known
that
such
inquiries
were
being
made
concerning
her
.
Of
all
these
industrious
researches
Miss
Crawley
had
the
full
benefit
.
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
was
the
daughter
of
an
opera-girl
.
She
had
danced
herself
.
She
had
been
a
model
to
the
painters
.
She
was
brought
up
as
became
her
mother
's
daughter
.
She
drank
gin
with
her
father
,
&
c.
&
c
.
It
was
a
lost
woman
who
was
married
to
a
lost
man
;
and
the
moral
to
be
inferred
from
Mrs.
Bute
's
tale
was
,
that
the
knavery
of
the
pair
was
irremediable
,
and
that
no
properly
conducted
person
should
ever
notice
them
again
.
