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So
the
mourning
being
ready
,
and
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
warned
of
their
arrival
,
Colonel
Crawley
and
his
wife
took
a
couple
of
places
in
the
same
old
High-flyer
coach
by
which
Rebecca
had
travelled
in
the
defunct
Baronet
's
company
,
on
her
first
journey
into
the
world
some
nine
years
before
.
How
well
she
remembered
the
Inn
Yard
,
and
the
ostler
to
whom
she
refused
money
,
and
the
insinuating
Cambridge
lad
who
wrapped
her
in
his
coat
on
the
journey
!
Rawdon
took
his
place
outside
,
and
would
have
liked
to
drive
,
but
his
grief
forbade
him
.
He
sat
by
the
coachman
and
talked
about
horses
and
the
road
the
whole
way
;
and
who
kept
the
inns
,
and
who
horsed
the
coach
by
which
he
had
travelled
so
many
a
time
,
when
he
and
Pitt
were
boys
going
to
Eton
.
At
Mudbury
a
carriage
and
a
pair
of
horses
received
them
,
with
a
coachman
in
black
.
"
It
's
the
old
drag
,
Rawdon
,
"
Rebecca
said
as
they
got
in
.
"
The
worms
have
eaten
the
cloth
a
good
deal
--
there
's
the
stain
which
Sir
Pitt
--
ha
!
I
see
Dawson
the
Ironmonger
has
his
shutters
up
--
which
Sir
Pitt
made
such
a
noise
about
.
It
was
a
bottle
of
cherry
brandy
he
broke
which
we
went
to
fetch
for
your
aunt
from
Southampton
.
How
time
flies
,
to
be
sure
!
That
ca
n't
be
Polly
Talboys
,
that
bouncing
girl
standing
by
her
mother
at
the
cottage
there
.
I
remember
her
a
mangy
little
urchin
picking
weeds
in
the
garden
.
"
"
Fine
gal
,
"
said
Rawdon
,
returning
the
salute
which
the
cottage
gave
him
,
by
two
fingers
applied
to
his
crape
hatband
.
Becky
bowed
and
saluted
,
and
recognized
people
here
and
there
graciously
.
These
recognitions
were
inexpressibly
pleasant
to
her
.
It
seemed
as
if
she
was
not
an
imposter
any
more
,
and
was
coming
to
the
home
of
her
ancestors
.
Rawdon
was
rather
abashed
and
cast
down
,
on
the
other
hand
.
What
recollections
of
boyhood
and
innocence
might
have
been
flitting
across
his
brain
?
What
pangs
of
dim
remorse
and
doubt
and
shame
?
"
Your
sisters
must
be
young
women
now
,
"
Rebecca
said
,
thinking
of
those
girls
for
the
first
time
perhaps
since
she
had
left
them
.
"
Do
n't
know
,
I
'm
shaw
,
"
replied
the
Colonel
.
"
Hullo
!
here
's
old
Mother
Lock
.
How-dy-do
,
Mrs.
Lock
?
Remember
me
,
do
n't
you
?
Master
Rawdon
,
hey
?
Dammy
how
those
old
women
last
;
she
was
a
hundred
when
I
was
a
boy
.
"
They
were
going
through
the
lodge-gates
kept
by
old
Mrs.
Lock
,
whose
hand
Rebecca
insisted
upon
shaking
,
as
she
flung
open
the
creaking
old
iron
gate
,
and
the
carriage
passed
between
the
two
moss-grown
pillars
surmounted
by
the
dove
and
serpent
.
"
The
governor
has
cut
into
the
timber
,
"
Rawdon
said
,
looking
about
,
and
then
was
silent
--
so
was
Becky
.
Both
of
them
were
rather
agitated
,
and
thinking
of
old
times
.
He
about
Eton
,
and
his
mother
,
whom
he
remembered
,
a
frigid
demure
woman
,
and
a
sister
who
died
,
of
whom
he
had
been
passionately
fond
;
and
how
he
used
to
thrash
Pitt
;
and
about
little
Rawdy
at
home
.
And
Rebecca
thought
about
her
own
youth
and
the
dark
secrets
of
those
early
tainted
days
;
and
of
her
entrance
into
life
by
yonder
gates
;
and
of
Miss
Pinkerton
,
and
Joe
,
and
Amelia
.
The
gravel
walk
and
terrace
had
been
scraped
quite
clean
.
A
grand
painted
hatchment
was
already
over
the
great
entrance
,
and
two
very
solemn
and
tall
personages
in
black
flung
open
each
a
leaf
of
the
door
as
the
carriage
pulled
up
at
the
familiar
steps
.
Rawdon
turned
red
,
and
Becky
somewhat
pale
,
as
they
passed
through
the
old
hall
,
arm
in
arm
.
She
pinched
her
husband
's
arm
as
they
entered
the
oak
parlour
,
where
Sir
Pitt
and
his
wife
were
ready
to
receive
them
.
Sir
Pitt
in
black
,
Lady
Jane
in
black
,
and
my
Lady
Southdown
with
a
large
black
head-piece
of
bugles
and
feathers
,
which
waved
on
her
Ladyship
's
head
like
an
undertaker
's
tray
.
Sir
Pitt
had
judged
correctly
,
that
she
would
not
quit
the
premises
.
She
contented
herself
by
preserving
a
solemn
and
stony
silence
,
when
in
company
of
Pitt
and
his
rebellious
wife
,
and
by
frightening
the
children
in
the
nursery
by
the
ghastly
gloom
of
her
demeanour
.
Only
a
very
faint
bending
of
the
head-dress
and
plumes
welcomed
Rawdon
and
his
wife
,
as
those
prodigals
returned
to
their
family
.
To
say
the
truth
,
they
were
not
affected
very
much
one
way
or
other
by
this
coolness
.
Her
Ladyship
was
a
person
only
of
secondary
consideration
in
their
minds
just
then
--
they
were
intent
upon
the
reception
which
the
reigning
brother
and
sister
would
afford
them
.
