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Rebecca
was
fond
of
her
husband
.
She
was
always
perfectly
good-humoured
and
kind
to
him
.
She
did
not
even
show
her
scorn
much
for
him
;
perhaps
she
liked
him
the
better
for
being
a
fool
.
He
was
her
upper
servant
and
maitre
d'hotel
.
He
went
on
her
errands
;
obeyed
her
orders
without
question
;
drove
in
the
carriage
in
the
ring
with
her
without
repining
;
took
her
to
the
opera-box
,
solaced
himself
at
his
club
during
the
performance
,
and
came
punctually
back
to
fetch
her
when
due
.
He
would
have
liked
her
to
be
a
little
fonder
of
the
boy
,
but
even
to
that
he
reconciled
himself
.
"
Hang
it
,
you
know
she
's
so
clever
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
'm
not
literary
and
that
,
you
know
.
"
For
,
as
we
have
said
before
,
it
requires
no
great
wisdom
to
be
able
to
win
at
cards
and
billiards
,
and
Rawdon
made
no
pretensions
to
any
other
sort
of
skill
.
When
the
companion
came
,
his
domestic
duties
became
very
light
.
His
wife
encouraged
him
to
dine
abroad
:
she
would
let
him
off
duty
at
the
opera
.
"
Do
n't
stay
and
stupefy
yourself
at
home
to-night
,
my
dear
,
"
she
would
say
.
"
Some
men
are
coming
who
will
only
bore
you
.
I
would
not
ask
them
,
but
you
know
it
's
for
your
good
,
and
now
I
have
a
sheep-dog
,
I
need
not
be
afraid
to
be
alone
.
"
"
A
sheep-dog
--
a
companion
!
Becky
Sharp
with
a
companion
!
Is
n't
it
good
fun
?
"
thought
Mrs.
Crawley
to
herself
.
The
notion
tickled
hugely
her
sense
of
humour
.
One
Sunday
morning
,
as
Rawdon
Crawley
,
his
little
son
,
and
the
pony
were
taking
their
accustomed
walk
in
the
park
,
they
passed
by
an
old
acquaintance
of
the
Colonel
's
,
Corporal
Clink
,
of
the
regiment
,
who
was
in
conversation
with
a
friend
,
an
old
gentleman
,
who
held
a
boy
in
his
arms
about
the
age
of
little
Rawdon
.
This
other
youngster
had
seized
hold
of
the
Waterloo
medal
which
the
Corporal
wore
,
and
was
examining
it
with
delight
.
"
Good
morning
,
your
Honour
,
"
said
Clink
,
in
reply
to
the
"
How
do
,
Clink
?
"
of
the
Colonel
.
"
This
ere
young
gentleman
is
about
the
little
Colonel
's
age
,
sir
,
"
continued
the
corporal
.
"
His
father
was
a
Waterloo
man
,
too
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
who
carried
the
boy
.
"
Was
n't
he
,
Georgy
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Georgy
.
He
and
the
little
chap
on
the
pony
were
looking
at
each
other
with
all
their
might
--
solemnly
scanning
each
other
as
children
do
.
"
In
a
line
regiment
,
"
Clink
said
with
a
patronizing
air
.
"
He
was
a
Captain
in
the
--
th
regiment
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
rather
pompously
.
"
Captain
George
Osborne
,
sir
--
perhaps
you
knew
him
