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"
I
have
passed
beyond
it
,
because
I
have
brains
,
"
Becky
thought
,
"
and
almost
all
the
rest
of
the
world
are
fools
.
I
could
not
go
back
and
consort
with
those
people
now
,
whom
I
used
to
meet
in
my
father
's
studio
.
Lords
come
up
to
my
door
with
stars
and
garters
,
instead
of
poor
artists
with
screws
of
tobacco
in
their
pockets
.
I
have
a
gentleman
for
my
husband
,
and
an
Earl
's
daughter
for
my
sister
,
in
the
very
house
where
I
was
little
better
than
a
servant
a
few
years
ago
.
But
am
I
much
better
to
do
now
in
the
world
than
I
was
when
I
was
the
poor
painter
's
daughter
and
wheedled
the
grocer
round
the
corner
for
sugar
and
tea
?
Suppose
I
had
married
Francis
who
was
so
fond
of
me
--
I
could
n't
have
been
much
poorer
than
I
am
now
.
Heigho
!
I
wish
I
could
exchange
my
position
in
society
,
and
all
my
relations
for
a
snug
sum
in
the
Three
Per
Cent
.
Consols
"
;
for
so
it
was
that
Becky
felt
the
Vanity
of
human
affairs
,
and
it
was
in
those
securities
that
she
would
have
liked
to
cast
anchor
.
It
may
,
perhaps
,
have
struck
her
that
to
have
been
honest
and
humble
,
to
have
done
her
duty
,
and
to
have
marched
straightforward
on
her
way
,
would
have
brought
her
as
near
happiness
as
that
path
by
which
she
was
striving
to
attain
it
.
But
--
just
as
the
children
at
Queen
's
Crawley
went
round
the
room
where
the
body
of
their
father
lay
--
if
ever
Becky
had
these
thoughts
,
she
was
accustomed
to
walk
round
them
and
not
look
in
.
She
eluded
them
and
despised
them
--
or
at
least
she
was
committed
to
the
other
path
from
which
retreat
was
now
impossible
.
And
for
my
part
I
believe
that
remorse
is
the
least
active
of
all
a
man
's
moral
senses
--
the
very
easiest
to
be
deadened
when
wakened
,
and
in
some
never
wakened
at
all
.
We
grieve
at
being
found
out
and
at
the
idea
of
shame
or
punishment
,
but
the
mere
sense
of
wrong
makes
very
few
people
unhappy
in
Vanity
Fair
.
So
Rebecca
,
during
her
stay
at
Queen
's
Crawley
,
made
as
many
friends
of
the
Mammon
of
Unrighteousness
as
she
could
possibly
bring
under
control
.
Lady
Jane
and
her
husband
bade
her
farewell
with
the
warmest
demonstrations
of
good-will
.
They
looked
forward
with
pleasure
to
the
time
when
,
the
family
house
in
Gaunt
Street
being
repaired
and
beautified
,
they
were
to
meet
again
in
London
.
Lady
Southdown
made
her
up
a
packet
of
medicine
and
sent
a
letter
by
her
to
the
Rev.
Lawrence
Grills
,
exhorting
that
gentleman
to
save
the
brand
who
"
honoured
"
the
letter
from
the
burning
Pitt
accompanied
them
with
four
horses
in
the
carriage
to
Mudbury
,
having
sent
on
their
baggage
in
a
cart
previously
,
accompanied
with
loads
of
game
.
"
How
happy
you
will
be
to
see
your
darling
little
boy
again
!
"
Lady
Crawley
said
,
taking
leave
of
her
kinswoman
.
"
Oh
so
happy
!
"
said
Rebecca
,
throwing
up
the
green
eyes
.
She
was
immensely
happy
to
be
free
of
the
place
,
and
yet
loath
to
go
.
Queen
's
Crawley
was
abominably
stupid
,
and
yet
the
air
there
was
somehow
purer
than
that
which
she
had
been
accustomed
to
breathe
.
Everybody
had
been
dull
,
but
had
been
kind
in
their
way
.
"
It
is
all
the
influence
of
a
long
course
of
Three
Per
Cents
,
"
Becky
said
to
herself
,
and
was
right
very
likely
.
However
,
the
London
lamps
flashed
joyfully
as
the
stage
rolled
into
Piccadilly
,
and
Briggs
had
made
a
beautiful
fire
in
Curzon
Street
,
and
little
Rawdon
was
up
to
welcome
back
his
papa
and
mamma
.
Considerable
time
has
elapsed
since
we
have
seen
our
respectable
friend
,
old
Mr.
Osborne
of
Russell
Square
.
He
has
not
been
the
happiest
of
mortals
since
last
we
met
him
.
Events
have
occurred
which
have
not
improved
his
temper
,
and
in
more
in
stances
than
one
he
has
not
been
allowed
to
have
his
own
way
.
To
be
thwarted
in
this
reasonable
desire
was
always
very
injurious
to
the
old
gentleman
;
and
resistance
became
doubly
exasperating
when
gout
,
age
,
loneliness
,
and
the
force
of
many
disappointments
combined
to
weigh
him
down
.
His
stiff
black
hair
began
to
grow
quite
white
soon
after
his
son
's
death
;
his-face
grew
redder
;
his
hands
trembled
more
and
more
as
he
poured
out
his
glass
of
port
wine
.
He
led
his
clerks
a
dire
life
in
the
City
:
his
family
at
home
were
not
much
happier
.
I
doubt
if
Rebecca
,
whom
we
have
seen
piously
praying
for
Consols
,
would
have
exchanged
her
poverty
and
the
dare-devil
excitement
and
chances
of
her
life
for
Osborne
's
money
and
the
humdrum
gloom
which
enveloped
him
.
He
had
proposed
for
Miss
Swartz
,
but
had
been
rejected
scornfully
by
the
partisans
of
that
lady
,
who
married
her
to
a
young
sprig
of
Scotch
nobility
.
He
was
a
man
to
have
married
a
woman
out
of
low
life
and
bullied
her
dreadfully
afterwards
;
but
no
person
presented
herself
suitable
to
his
taste
,
and
,
instead
,
he
tyrannized
over
his
unmarried
daughter
,
at
home
.
She
had
a
fine
carriage
and
fine
horses
and
sat
at
the
head
of
a
table
loaded
with
the
grandest
plate
.
She
had
a
cheque-book
,
a
prize
footman
to
follow
her
when
she
walked
,
unlimited
credit
,
and
bows
and
compliments
from
all
the
tradesmen
,
and
all
the
appurtenances
of
an
heiress
;
but
she
spent
a
woeful
time
.
The
little
charity-girls
at
the
Foundling
,
the
sweeperess
at
the
crossing
,
the
poorest
under-kitchen-maid
in
the
servants
'
hall
,
was
happy
compared
to
that
unfortunate
and
now
middle-aged
young
lady
.
Frederick
Bullock
,
Esq.
,
of
the
house
of
Bullock
,
Hulker
,
and
Bullock
,
had
married
Maria
Osborne
,
not
without
a
great
deal
of
difficulty
and
grumbling
on
Mr.
Bullock
's
part
.
George
being
dead
and
cut
out
of
his
father
's
will
,
Frederick
insisted
that
the
half
of
the
old
gentleman
's
property
should
be
settled
upon
his
Maria
,
and
indeed
,
for
a
long
time
,
refused
,
"
to
come
to
the
scratch
"
(
it
was
Mr.
Frederick
's
own
expression
)
on
any
other
terms
.
Osborne
said
Fred
had
agreed
to
take
his
daughter
with
twenty
thousand
,
and
he
should
bind
himself
to
no
more
.
"
Fred
might
take
it
,
and
welcome
,
or
leave
it
,
and
go
and
be
hanged
.
"
Fred
,
whose
hopes
had
been
raised
when
George
had
been
disinherited
,
thought
himself
infamously
swindled
by
the
old
merchant
,
and
for
some
time
made
as
if
he
would
break
off
the
match
altogether
.
Osborne
withdrew
his
account
from
Bullock
and
Hulker
's
,
went
on
'
Change
with
a
horsewhip
which
he
swore
he
would
lay
across
the
back
of
a
certain
scoundrel
that
should
be
nameless
,
and
demeaned
himself
in
his
usual
violent
manner
.
Jane
Osborne
condoled
with
her
sister
Maria
during
this
family
feud
.
