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"
Good
heavens
,
what
has
happened
!
"
thought
Glorvina
,
trembling
with
all
the
papillotes
.
"
I
want
to
be
off
--
now
--
to-night
,
"
Dobbin
continued
;
and
the
Colonel
getting
up
,
came
out
to
parley
with
him
.
In
the
postscript
of
Miss
Dobbin
's
cross-letter
,
the
Major
had
just
come
upon
a
paragraph
,
to
the
following
effect
:
--
"
I
drove
yesterday
to
see
your
old
ACQUAINTANCE
,
Mrs.
Osborne
The
wretched
place
they
live
at
,
since
they
were
bankrupts
,
you
know
--
Mr.
S.
,
to
judge
from
a
BRASS
PLATE
on
the
door
of
his
hut
(
it
is
little
better
)
is
a
coal-merchant
.
The
little
boy
,
your
godson
,
is
certainly
a
fine
child
,
though
forward
,
and
inclined
to
be
saucy
and
self-willed
.
But
we
have
taken
notice
of
him
as
you
wish
it
,
and
have
introduced
him
to
his
aunt
,
Miss
O.
,
who
was
rather
pleased
with
him
.
Perhaps
his
grandpapa
,
not
the
bankrupt
one
,
who
is
almost
doting
,
but
Mr.
Osborne
,
of
Russell
Square
,
may
be
induced
to
relent
towards
the
child
of
your
friend
,
HIS
ERRING
AND
SELF-WILLED
SON
.
And
Amelia
will
not
be
ill-disposed
to
give
him
up
.
The
widow
is
CONSOLED
,
and
is
about
to
marry
a
reverend
gentleman
,
the
Rev.
Mr.
Binny
,
one
of
the
curates
of
Brompton
.
A
poor
match
.
But
Mrs.
O.
is
getting
old
,
and
I
saw
a
great
deal
of
grey
in
her
hair
--
she
was
in
very
good
spirits
:
and
your
little
godson
overate
himself
at
our
house
.
Mamma
sends
her
love
with
that
of
your
affectionate
,
Ann
Dobbin
.
"
Our
old
friends
the
Crawleys
'
family
house
,
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
,
still
bore
over
its
front
the
hatchment
which
had
been
placed
there
as
a
token
of
mourning
for
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
's
demise
,
yet
this
heraldic
emblem
was
in
itself
a
very
splendid
and
gaudy
piece
of
furniture
,
and
all
the
rest
of
the
mansion
became
more
brilliant
than
it
had
ever
been
during
the
late
baronet
's
reign
.
The
black
outer-coating
of
the
bricks
was
removed
,
and
they
appeared
with
a
cheerful
,
blushing
face
streaked
with
white
:
the
old
bronze
lions
of
the
knocker
were
gilt
handsomely
,
the
railings
painted
,
and
the
dismallest
house
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
became
the
smartest
in
the
whole
quarter
,
before
the
green
leaves
in
Hampshire
had
replaced
those
yellowing
ones
which
were
on
the
trees
in
Queen
's
Crawley
Avenue
when
old
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
passed
under
them
for
the
last
time
.
A
little
woman
,
with
a
carriage
to
correspond
,
was
perpetually
seen
about
this
mansion
;
an
elderly
spinster
,
accompanied
by
a
little
boy
,
also
might
be
remarked
coming
thither
daily
.
It
was
Miss
Briggs
and
little
Rawdon
,
whose
business
it
was
to
see
to
the
inward
renovation
of
Sir
Pitt
's
house
,
to
superintend
the
female
band
engaged
in
stitching
the
blinds
and
hangings
,
to
poke
and
rummage
in
the
drawers
and
cupboards
crammed
with
the
dirty
relics
and
congregated
trumperies
of
a
couple
of
generations
of
Lady
Crawleys
,
and
to
take
inventories
of
the
china
,
the
glass
,
and
other
properties
in
the
closets
and
store-rooms
.
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
was
general-in-chief
over
these
arrangements
,
with
full
orders
from
Sir
Pitt
to
sell
,
barter
,
confiscate
,
or
purchase
furniture
,
and
she
enjoyed
herself
not
a
little
in
an
occupation
which
gave
full
scope
to
her
taste
and
ingenuity
.
The
renovation
of
the
house
was
determined
upon
when
Sir
Pitt
came
to
town
in
November
to
see
his
lawyers
,
and
when
he
passed
nearly
a
week
in
Curzon
Street
,
under
the
roof
of
his
affectionate
brother
and
sister
.
He
had
put
up
at
an
hotel
at
first
,
but
,
Becky
,
as
soon
as
she
heard
of
the
Baronet
's
arrival
,
went
off
alone
to
greet
him
,
and
returned
in
an
hour
to
Curzon
Street
with
Sir
Pitt
in
the
carriage
by
her
side
.
It
was
impossible
sometimes
to
resist
this
artless
little
creature
's
hospitalities
,
so
kindly
were
they
pressed
,
so
frankly
and
amiably
offered
.
Becky
seized
Pitt
's
hand
in
a
transport
of
gratitude
when
he
agreed
to
come
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
said
,
squeezing
it
and
looking
into
the
Baronet
's
eyes
,
who
blushed
a
good
deal
;
"
how
happy
this
will
make
Rawdon
!
"
She
bustled
up
to
Pitt
's
bedroom
,
leading
on
the
servants
,
who
were
carrying
his
trunks
thither
.
She
came
in
herself
laughing
,
with
a
coal-scuttle
out
of
her
own
room
.
A
fire
was
blazing
already
in
Sir
Pitt
's
apartment
(
it
was
Miss
Briggs
's
room
,
by
the
way
,
who
was
sent
upstairs
to
sleep
with
the
maid
)
.
"
I
knew
I
should
bring
you
,
"
she
said
with
pleasure
beaming
in
her
glance
.
Indeed
,
she
was
really
sincerely
happy
at
having
him
for
a
guest
.
