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He
had
a
silhouette
of
his
mistress
in
his
back
shop
,
and
a
drawing
of
the
Porter
's
Lodge
at
Queen
's
Crawley
,
done
by
that
spinster
herself
in
India
ink
--
and
the
only
addition
he
made
to
the
decorations
of
the
Curzon
Street
House
was
a
print
of
Queen
's
Crawley
in
Hampshire
,
the
seat
of
Sir
Walpole
Crawley
,
Baronet
,
who
was
represented
in
a
gilded
car
drawn
by
six
white
horses
,
and
passing
by
a
lake
covered
with
swans
,
and
barges
containing
ladies
in
hoops
,
and
musicians
with
flags
and
penwigs
.
Indeed
Raggles
thought
there
was
no
such
palace
in
all
the
world
,
and
no
such
august
family
.
As
luck
would
have
it
,
Raggles
'
house
in
Curzon
Street
was
to
let
when
Rawdon
and
his
wife
returned
to
London
.
The
Colonel
knew
it
and
its
owner
quite
well
;
the
latter
's
connection
with
the
Crawley
family
had
been
kept
up
constantly
,
for
Raggles
helped
Mr.
Bowls
whenever
Miss
Crawley
received
friends
.
And
the
old
man
not
only
let
his
house
to
the
Colonel
but
officiated
as
his
butler
whenever
he
had
company
;
Mrs.
Raggles
operating
in
the
kitchen
below
and
sending
up
dinners
of
which
old
Miss
Crawley
herself
might
have
approved
.
This
was
the
way
,
then
,
Crawley
got
his
house
for
nothing
;
for
though
Raggles
had
to
pay
taxes
and
rates
,
and
the
interest
of
the
mortgage
to
the
brother
butler
;
and
the
insurance
of
his
life
;
and
the
charges
for
his
children
at
school
;
and
the
value
of
the
meat
and
drink
which
his
own
family
--
and
for
a
time
that
of
Colonel
Crawley
too
--
consumed
;
and
though
the
poor
wretch
was
utterly
ruined
by
the
transaction
,
his
children
being
flung
on
the
streets
,
and
himself
driven
into
the
Fleet
Prison
:
yet
somebody
must
pay
even
for
gentlemen
who
live
for
nothing
a
year
--
and
so
it
was
this
unlucky
Raggles
was
made
the
representative
of
Colonel
Crawley
's
defective
capital
.
I
wonder
how
many
families
are
driven
to
roguery
and
to
ruin
by
great
practitioners
in
Crawlers
way
?
--
how
many
great
noblemen
rob
their
petty
tradesmen
,
condescend
to
swindle
their
poor
retainers
out
of
wretched
little
sums
and
cheat
for
a
few
shillings
?
When
we
read
that
a
noble
nobleman
has
left
for
the
Continent
,
or
that
another
noble
nobleman
has
an
execution
in
his
house
--
and
that
one
or
other
owes
six
or
seven
millions
,
the
defeat
seems
glorious
even
,
and
we
respect
the
victim
in
the
vastness
of
his
ruin
.
But
who
pities
a
poor
barber
who
ca
n't
get
his
money
for
powdering
the
footmen
's
heads
;
or
a
poor
carpenter
who
has
ruined
himself
by
fixing
up
ornaments
and
pavilions
for
my
lady
's
dejeuner
;
or
the
poor
devil
of
a
tailor
whom
the
steward
patronizes
,
and
who
has
pledged
all
he
is
worth
,
and
more
,
to
get
the
liveries
ready
,
which
my
lord
has
done
him
the
honour
to
bespeak
?
When
the
great
house
tumbles
down
,
these
miserable
wretches
fall
under
it
unnoticed
:
as
they
say
in
the
old
legends
,
before
a
man
goes
to
the
devil
himself
,
he
sends
plenty
of
other
souls
thither
.
Rawdon
and
his
wife
generously
gave
their
patronage
to
all
such
of
Miss
Crawley
's
tradesmen
and
purveyors
as
chose
to
serve
them
.
Some
were
willing
enough
,
especially
the
poor
ones
.
It
was
wonderful
to
see
the
pertinacity
with
which
the
washerwoman
from
Tooting
brought
the
cart
every
Saturday
,
and
her
bills
week
after
week
.
Mr.
Raggles
himself
had
to
supply
the
greengroceries
.
The
bill
for
servants
'
porter
at
the
Fortune
of
War
public
house
is
a
curiosity
in
the
chronicles
of
beer
.
Every
servant
also
was
owed
the
greater
part
of
his
wages
,
and
thus
kept
up
perforce
an
interest
in
the
house
.
Nobody
in
fact
was
paid
.
Not
the
blacksmith
who
opened
the
lock
;
nor
the
glazier
who
mended
the
pane
;
nor
the
jobber
who
let
the
carriage
;
nor
the
groom
who
drove
it
;
nor
the
butcher
who
provided
the
leg
of
mutton
;
nor
the
coals
which
roasted
it
;
nor
the
cook
who
basted
it
;
nor
the
servants
who
ate
it
:
and
this
I
am
given
to
understand
is
not
unfrequently
the
way
in
which
people
live
elegantly
on
nothing
a
year
.
In
a
little
town
such
things
can
not
be
done
without
remark
.
We
know
there
the
quantity
of
milk
our
neighbour
takes
and
espy
the
joint
or
the
fowls
which
are
going
in
for
his
dinner
.
So
,
probably
,
200
and
202
in
Curzon
Street
might
know
what
was
going
on
in
the
house
between
them
,
the
servants
communicating
through
the
area-railings
;
but
Crawley
and
his
wife
and
his
friends
did
not
know
200
and
202
.
When
you
came
to
201
there
was
a
hearty
welcome
,
a
kind
smile
,
a
good
dinner
,
and
a
jolly
shake
of
the
hand
from
the
host
and
hostess
there
,
just
for
all
the
world
as
if
they
had
been
undisputed
masters
of
three
or
four
thousand
a
year
--
and
so
they
were
,
not
in
money
,
but
in
produce
and
labour
--
if
they
did
not
pay
for
the
mutton
,
they
had
it
:
if
they
did
not
give
bullion
in
exchange
for
their
wine
,
how
should
we
know
?
Never
was
better
claret
at
any
man
's
table
than
at
honest
Rawdon
's
;
dinners
more
gay
and
neatly
served
.
His
drawing-rooms
were
the
prettiest
,
little
,
modest
salons
conceivable
:
they
were
decorated
with
the
greatest
taste
,
and
a
thousand
knick-knacks
from
Paris
,
by
Rebecca
:
and
when
she
sat
at
her
piano
trilling
songs
with
a
lightsome
heart
,
the
stranger
voted
himself
in
a
little
paradise
of
domestic
comfort
and
agreed
that
,
if
the
husband
was
rather
stupid
,
the
wife
was
charming
,
and
the
dinners
the
pleasantest
in
the
world
.
Rebecca
's
wit
,
cleverness
,
and
flippancy
made
her
speedily
the
vogue
in
London
among
a
certain
class
.
You
saw
demure
chariots
at
her
door
,
out
of
which
stepped
very
great
people
.
You
beheld
her
carriage
in
the
park
,
surrounded
by
dandies
of
note
.
The
little
box
in
the
third
tier
of
the
opera
was
crowded
with
heads
constantly
changing
;
but
it
must
be
confessed
that
the
ladies
held
aloof
from
her
,
and
that
their
doors
were
shut
to
our
little
adventurer
.
