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This
letter
,
with
a
huge
black
border
and
seal
,
was
accordingly
despatched
by
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
to
his
brother
the
Colonel
,
in
London
.
Rawdon
Crawley
was
but
half-pleased
at
the
receipt
of
it
.
"
What
's
the
use
of
going
down
to
that
stupid
place
?
"
thought
he
.
"
I
ca
n't
stand
being
alone
with
Pitt
after
dinner
,
and
horses
there
and
back
will
cost
us
twenty
pound
.
"
He
carried
the
letter
,
as
he
did
all
difficulties
,
to
Becky
,
upstairs
in
her
bedroom
--
with
her
chocolate
,
which
he
always
made
and
took
to
her
of
a
morning
.
He
put
the
tray
with
the
breakfast
and
the
letter
on
the
dressing-table
,
before
which
Becky
sat
combing
her
yellow
hair
.
She
took
up
the
black-edged
missive
,
and
having
read
it
,
she
jumped
up
from
the
chair
,
crying
"
Hurray
!
"
and
waving
the
note
round
her
head
.
"
Hurray
?
"
said
Rawdon
,
wondering
at
the
little
figure
capering
about
in
a
streaming
flannel
dressing-gown
,
with
tawny
locks
dishevelled
.
"
He
's
not
left
us
anything
,
Becky
.
I
had
my
share
when
I
came
of
age
.
"
"
You
'll
never
be
of
age
,
you
silly
old
man
,
"
Becky
replied
.
"
Run
out
now
to
Madam
Brunoy
's
,
for
I
must
have
some
mourning
:
and
get
a
crape
on
your
hat
,
and
a
black
waistcoat
--
I
do
n't
think
you
've
got
one
;
order
it
to
be
brought
home
to-morrow
,
so
that
we
may
be
able
to
start
on
Thursday
.
"
"
You
do
n't
mean
to
go
?
"
Rawdon
interposed
.
"
Of
course
I
mean
to
go
.
I
mean
that
Lady
Jane
shall
present
me
at
Court
next
year
.
I
mean
that
your
brother
shall
give
you
a
seat
in
Parliament
,
you
stupid
old
creature
.
I
mean
that
Lord
Steyne
shall
have
your
vote
and
his
,
my
dear
,
old
silly
man
;
and
that
you
shall
be
an
Irish
Secretary
,
or
a
West
Indian
Governor
:
or
a
Treasurer
,
or
a
Consul
,
or
some
such
thing
.
"
"
Posting
will
cost
a
dooce
of
a
lot
of
money
,
"
grumbled
Rawdon
.
