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To
her
Ladyship
's
surprise
,
however
,
Pitt
declined
to
accommodate
his
brother
with
a
cheque
for
thirty
thousand
pounds
.
But
he
made
Rawdon
a
handsome
offer
of
his
hand
whenever
the
latter
should
come
to
England
and
choose
to
take
it
;
and
,
thanking
Mrs.
Crawley
for
her
good
opinion
of
himself
and
Lady
Jane
,
he
graciously
pronounced
his
willingness
to
take
any
opportunity
to
serve
her
little
boy
.
Thus
an
almost
reconciliation
was
brought
about
between
the
brothers
.
When
Rebecca
came
to
town
Pitt
and
his
wife
were
not
in
London
.
Many
a
time
she
drove
by
the
old
door
in
Park
Lane
to
see
whether
they
had
taken
possession
of
Miss
Crawley
's
house
there
.
But
the
new
family
did
not
make
its
appearance
;
it
was
only
through
Raggles
that
she
heard
of
their
movements
--
how
Miss
Crawley
's
domestics
had
been
dismissed
with
decent
gratuities
,
and
how
Mr.
Pitt
had
only
once
made
his
appearance
in
London
,
when
he
stopped
for
a
few
days
at
the
house
,
did
business
with
his
lawyers
there
,
and
sold
off
all
Miss
Crawley
's
French
novels
to
a
bookseller
out
of
Bond
Street
.
Becky
had
reasons
of
her
own
which
caused
her
to
long
for
the
arrival
of
her
new
relation
.
"
When
Lady
Jane
comes
,
"
thought
she
,
"
she
shall
be
my
sponsor
in
London
society
;
and
as
for
the
women
!
bah
!
the
women
will
ask
me
when
they
find
the
men
want
to
see
me
.
"
An
article
as
necessary
to
a
lady
in
this
position
as
her
brougham
or
her
bouquet
is
her
companion
.
I
have
always
admired
the
way
in
which
the
tender
creatures
,
who
can
not
exist
without
sympathy
,
hire
an
exceedingly
plain
friend
of
their
own
sex
from
whom
they
are
almost
inseparable
.
The
sight
of
that
inevitable
woman
in
her
faded
gown
seated
behind
her
dear
friend
in
the
opera-box
,
or
occupying
the
back
seat
of
the
barouche
,
is
always
a
wholesome
and
moral
one
to
me
,
as
jolly
a
reminder
as
that
of
the
Death
's
-
head
which
figured
in
the
repasts
of
Egyptian
bon-vivants
,
a
strange
sardonic
memorial
of
Vanity
Fair
.
What
?
even
battered
,
brazen
,
beautiful
,
conscienceless
,
heartless
,
Mrs.
Firebrace
,
whose
father
died
of
her
shame
:
even
lovely
,
daring
Mrs.
Mantrap
,
who
will
ride
at
any
fence
which
any
man
in
England
will
take
,
and
who
drives
her
greys
in
the
park
,
while
her
mother
keeps
a
huckster
's
stall
in
Bath
still
--
even
those
who
are
so
bold
,
one
might
fancy
they
could
face
anything
dare
not
face
the
world
without
a
female
friend
.
They
must
have
somebody
to
cling
to
,
the
affectionate
creatures
!
And
you
will
hardly
see
them
in
any
public
place
without
a
shabby
companion
in
a
dyed
silk
,
sitting
somewhere
in
the
shade
close
behind
them
.
"
Rawdon
,
"
said
Becky
,
very
late
one
night
,
as
a
party
of
gentlemen
were
seated
round
her
crackling
drawing-room
fire
(
for
the
men
came
to
her
house
to
finish
the
night
;
and
she
had
ice
and
coffee
for
them
,
the
best
in
London
)
:
"
I
must
have
a
sheep-dog
.
"
"
A
what
?
"
said
Rawdon
,
looking
up
from
an
ecarte
table
.
"
A
sheep-dog
!
"
said
young
Lord
Southdown
.
"
My
dear
Mrs.
Crawley
,
what
a
fancy
!
Why
not
have
a
Danish
dog
?
I
know
of
one
as
big
as
a
camel-leopard
,
by
Jove
.
It
would
almost
pull
your
brougham
.
Or
a
Persian
greyhound
,
eh
?
(
I
propose
,
if
you
please
)
;
or
a
little
pug
that
would
go
into
one
of
Lord
Steyne
's
snuff-boxes
?
There
's
a
man
at
Bayswater
got
one
with
such
a
nose
that
you
might
--
I
mark
the
king
and
play
--
that
you
might
hang
your
hat
on
it
.
"
"
I
mark
the
trick
,
"
Rawdon
gravely
said
.
He
attended
to
his
game
commonly
and
did
n't
much
meddle
with
the
conversation
,
except
when
it
was
about
horses
and
betting
.
"
What
CAN
you
want
with
a
shepherd
's
dog
?
"
the
lively
little
Southdown
continued
.
