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Also
before
this
merry
Christmas
was
over
,
the
Baronet
had
screwed
up
courage
enough
to
give
his
brother
another
draft
on
his
bankers
,
and
for
no
less
a
sum
than
a
hundred
pounds
,
an
act
which
caused
Sir
Pitt
cruel
pangs
at
first
,
but
which
made
him
glow
afterwards
to
think
himself
one
of
the
most
generous
of
men
.
Rawdon
and
his
son
went
away
with
the
utmost
heaviness
of
heart
.
Becky
and
the
ladies
parted
with
some
alacrity
,
however
,
and
our
friend
returned
to
London
to
commence
those
avocations
with
which
we
find
her
occupied
when
this
chapter
begins
.
Under
her
care
the
Crawley
House
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
was
quite
rejuvenescent
and
ready
for
the
reception
of
Sir
Pitt
and
his
family
,
when
the
Baronet
came
to
London
to
attend
his
duties
in
Parliament
and
to
assume
that
position
in
the
country
for
which
his
vast
genius
fitted
him
.
For
the
first
session
,
this
profound
dissembler
hid
his
projects
and
never
opened
his
lips
but
to
present
a
petition
from
Mudbury
.
But
he
attended
assiduously
in
his
place
and
learned
thoroughly
the
routine
and
business
of
the
House
.
At
home
he
gave
himself
up
to
the
perusal
of
Blue
Books
,
to
the
alarm
and
wonder
of
Lady
Jane
,
who
thought
he
was
killing
himself
by
late
hours
and
intense
application
.
And
he
made
acquaintance
with
the
ministers
,
and
the
chiefs
of
his
party
,
determining
to
rank
as
one
of
them
before
many
years
were
over
.
Lady
Jane
's
sweetness
and
kindness
had
inspired
Rebecca
with
such
a
contempt
for
her
ladyship
as
the
little
woman
found
no
small
difficulty
in
concealing
.
That
sort
of
goodness
and
simplicity
which
Lady
Jane
possessed
annoyed
our
friend
Becky
,
and
it
was
impossible
for
her
at
times
not
to
show
,
or
to
let
the
other
divine
,
her
scorn
.
Her
presence
,
too
,
rendered
Lady
Jane
uneasy
.
Her
husband
talked
constantly
with
Becky
.
Signs
of
intelligence
seemed
to
pass
between
them
,
and
Pitt
spoke
with
her
on
subjects
on
which
he
never
thought
of
discoursing
with
Lady
Jane
.
The
latter
did
not
understand
them
,
to
be
sure
,
but
it
was
mortifying
to
remain
silent
;
still
more
mortifying
to
know
that
you
had
nothing
to
say
,
and
hear
that
little
audacious
Mrs.
Rawdon
dashing
on
from
subject
to
subject
,
with
a
word
for
every
man
,
and
a
joke
always
pat
;
and
to
sit
in
one
's
own
house
alone
,
by
the
fireside
,
and
watching
all
the
men
round
your
rival
.
In
the
country
,
when
Lady
Jane
was
telling
stories
to
the
children
,
who
clustered
about
her
knees
(
little
Rawdon
into
the
bargain
,
who
was
very
fond
of
her
)
,
and
Becky
came
into
the
room
,
sneering
with
green
scornful
eyes
,
poor
Lady
Jane
grew
silent
under
those
baleful
glances
.
Her
simple
little
fancies
shrank
away
tremulously
,
as
fairies
in
the
story-books
,
before
a
superior
bad
angel
.
She
could
not
go
on
,
although
Rebecca
,
with
the
smallest
inflection
of
sarcasm
in
her
voice
,
besought
her
to
continue
that
charming
story
.
And
on
her
side
gentle
thoughts
and
simple
pleasures
were
odious
to
Mrs.
Becky
;
they
discorded
with
her
;
she
hated
people
for
liking
them
;
she
spurned
children
and
children-lovers
.
"
I
have
no
taste
for
bread
and
butter
,
"
she
would
say
,
when
caricaturing
Lady
Jane
and
her
ways
to
my
Lord
Steyne
.
"
No
more
has
a
certain
person
for
holy
water
,
"
his
lordship
replied
with
a
bow
and
a
grin
and
a
great
jarring
laugh
afterwards
.
So
these
two
ladies
did
not
see
much
of
each
other
except
upon
those
occasions
when
the
younger
brother
's
wife
,
having
an
object
to
gain
from
the
other
,
frequented
her
.
They
my-loved
and
my-deared
each
other
assiduously
,
but
kept
apart
generally
,
whereas
Sir
Pitt
,
in
the
midst
of
his
multiplied
avocations
,
found
daily
time
to
see
his
sister-in-law
.
On
the
occasion
of
his
first
Speaker
's
dinner
,
Sir
Pitt
took
the
opportunity
of
appearing
before
his
sister-in-law
in
his
uniform
--
that
old
diplomatic
suit
which
he
had
worn
when
attache
to
the
Pumpernickel
legation
.
Becky
complimented
him
upon
that
dress
and
admired
him
almost
as
much
as
his
own
wife
and
children
,
to
whom
he
displayed
himself
before
he
set
out
.
She
said
that
it
was
only
the
thoroughbred
gentleman
who
could
wear
the
Court
suit
with
advantage
:
it
was
only
your
men
of
ancient
race
whom
the
culotte
courte
became
.
Pitt
looked
down
with
complacency
at
his
legs
,
which
had
not
,
in
truth
,
much
more
symmetry
or
swell
than
the
lean
Court
sword
which
dangled
by
his
side
--
looked
down
at
his
legs
,
and
thought
in
his
heart
that
he
was
killing
.
When
he
was
gone
,
Mrs.
