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Becky
laughed
;
she
was
almost
always
good-humoured
.
"
That
was
when
I
was
on
my
promotion
,
Goosey
,
"
she
said
.
"
Take
Rawdon
outside
with
you
and
give
him
a
cigar
too
if
you
like
.
"
Rawdon
did
not
warm
his
little
son
for
the
winter
's
journey
in
this
way
,
but
he
and
Briggs
wrapped
up
the
child
in
shawls
and
comforters
,
and
he
was
hoisted
respectfully
onto
the
roof
of
the
coach
in
the
dark
morning
,
under
the
lamps
of
the
White
Horse
Cellar
;
and
with
no
small
delight
he
watched
the
dawn
rise
and
made
his
first
journey
to
the
place
which
his
father
still
called
home
.
It
was
a
journey
of
infinite
pleasure
to
the
boy
,
to
whom
the
incidents
of
the
road
afforded
endless
interest
,
his
father
answering
to
him
all
questions
connected
with
it
and
telling
him
who
lived
in
the
great
white
house
to
the
right
,
and
whom
the
park
belonged
to
.
His
mother
,
inside
the
vehicle
,
with
her
maid
and
her
furs
,
her
wrappers
,
and
her
scent
bottles
,
made
such
a
to-do
that
you
would
have
thought
she
never
had
been
in
a
stage-coach
before
--
much
less
,
that
she
had
been
turned
out
of
this
very
one
to
make
room
for
a
paying
passenger
on
a
certain
journey
performed
some
half-score
years
ago
.
It
was
dark
again
when
little
Rawdon
was
wakened
up
to
enter
his
uncle
's
carriage
at
Mudbury
,
and
he
sat
and
looked
out
of
it
wondering
as
the
great
iron
gates
flew
open
,
and
at
the
white
trunks
of
the
limes
as
they
swept
by
,
until
they
stopped
,
at
length
,
before
the
light
windows
of
the
Hall
,
which
were
blazing
and
comfortable
with
Christmas
welcome
.
The
hall-door
was
flung
open
--
a
big
fire
was
burning
in
the
great
old
fire-place
--
a
carpet
was
down
over
the
chequered
black
flags
--
"
It
's
the
old
Turkey
one
that
used
to
be
in
the
Ladies
'
Gallery
,
"
thought
Rebecca
,
and
the
next
instant
was
kissing
Lady
Jane
.
She
and
Sir
Pitt
performed
the
same
salute
with
great
gravity
;
but
Rawdon
,
having
been
smoking
,
hung
back
rather
from
his
sister-in-law
,
whose
two
children
came
up
to
their
cousin
;
and
,
while
Matilda
held
out
her
hand
and
kissed
him
,
Pitt
Binkie
Southdown
,
the
son
and
heir
,
stood
aloof
rather
and
examined
him
as
a
little
dog
does
a
big
dog
.
Then
the
kind
hostess
conducted
her
guests
to
the
snug
apartments
blazing
with
cheerful
fires
.
Then
the
young
ladies
came
and
knocked
at
Mrs.
Rawdon
's
door
,
under
the
pretence
that
they
were
desirous
to
be
useful
,
but
in
reality
to
have
the
pleasure
of
inspecting
the
contents
of
her
band
and
bonnet-boxes
,
and
her
dresses
which
,
though
black
,
were
of
the
newest
London
fashion
.
And
they
told
her
how
much
the
Hall
was
changed
for
the
better
,
and
how
old
Lady
Southdown
was
gone
,
and
how
Pitt
was
taking
his
station
in
the
county
,
as
became
a
Crawley
in
fact
.
Then
the
great
dinner-bell
having
rung
,
the
family
assembled
at
dinner
,
at
which
meal
Rawdon
Junior
was
placed
by
his
aunt
,
the
good-natured
lady
of
the
house
,
Sir
Pitt
being
uncommonly
attentive
to
his
sister-in-law
at
his
own
right
hand
.
Little
Rawdon
exhibited
a
fine
appetite
and
showed
a
gentlemanlike
behaviour
.
"
I
like
to
dine
here
,
"
he
said
to
his
aunt
when
he
had
completed
his
meal
,
at
the
conclusion
of
which
,
and
after
a
decent
grace
by
Sir
Pitt
,
the
younger
son
and
heir
was
introduced
,
and
was
perched
on
a
high
chair
by
the
Baronet
's
side
,
while
the
daughter
took
possession
of
the
place
and
the
little
wine-glass
prepared
for
her
near
her
mother
.
"
I
like
to
dine
here
,
"
said
Rawdon
Minor
,
looking
up
at
his
relation
's
kind
face
.
"
Why
?
"
said
the
good
Lady
Jane
.
"
I
dine
in
the
kitchen
when
I
am
at
home
,
"
replied
Rawdon
Minor
,
"
or
else
with
Briggs
.
"
But
Becky
was
so
engaged
with
the
Baronet
,
her
host
,
pouring
out
a
flood
of
compliments
and
delights
and
raptures
,
and
admiring
young
Pitt
Binkie
,
whom
she
declared
to
be
the
most
beautiful
,
intelligent
,
noble-looking
little
creature
,
and
so
like
his
father
,
that
she
did
not
hear
the
remarks
of
her
own
flesh
and
blood
at
the
other
end
of
the
broad
shining
table
.
