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Take
the
money
--
take
everything
"
--
and
with
quivering
hands
she
took
out
her
silver
,
and
her
sovereigns
--
her
precious
golden
sovereigns
,
which
she
thrust
into
the
hands
of
her
mother
,
whence
they
overflowed
and
tumbled
,
rolling
down
the
stairs
.
And
then
she
went
into
her
room
,
and
sank
down
in
despair
and
utter
misery
.
She
saw
it
all
now
.
Her
selfishness
was
sacrificing
the
boy
.
But
for
her
he
might
have
wealth
,
station
,
education
,
and
his
father
's
place
,
which
the
elder
George
had
forfeited
for
her
sake
.
She
had
but
to
speak
the
words
,
and
her
father
was
restored
to
competency
and
the
boy
raised
to
fortune
.
Oh
,
what
a
conviction
it
was
to
that
tender
and
stricken
heart
!
All
the
world
knows
that
Lord
Steyne
's
town
palace
stands
in
Gaunt
Square
,
out
of
which
Great
Gaunt
Street
leads
,
whither
we
first
conducted
Rebecca
,
in
the
time
of
the
departed
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
.
Peering
over
the
railings
and
through
the
black
trees
into
the
garden
of
the
Square
,
you
see
a
few
miserable
governesses
with
wan-faced
pupils
wandering
round
and
round
it
,
and
round
the
dreary
grass-plot
in
the
centre
of
which
rises
the
statue
of
Lord
Gaunt
,
who
fought
at
Minden
,
in
a
three-tailed
wig
,
and
otherwise
habited
like
a
Roman
Emperor
.
Gaunt
House
occupies
nearly
a
side
of
the
Square
.
The
remaining
three
sides
are
composed
of
mansions
that
have
passed
away
into
dowagerism
--
tall
,
dark
houses
,
with
window-frames
of
stone
,
or
picked
out
of
a
lighter
red
.
Little
light
seems
to
be
behind
those
lean
,
comfortless
casements
now
,
and
hospitality
to
have
passed
away
from
those
doors
as
much
as
the
laced
lacqueys
and
link-boys
of
old
times
,
who
used
to
put
out
their
torches
in
the
blank
iron
extinguishers
that
still
flank
the
lamps
over
the
steps
.
Brass
plates
have
penetrated
into
the
square
--
Doctors
,
the
Diddlesex
Bank
Western
Branch
--
the
English
and
European
Reunion
,
&
c.
--
it
has
a
dreary
look
--
nor
is
my
Lord
Steyne
's
palace
less
dreary
.
All
I
have
ever
seen
of
it
is
the
vast
wall
in
front
,
with
the
rustic
columns
at
the
great
gate
,
through
which
an
old
porter
peers
sometimes
with
a
fat
and
gloomy
red
face
--
and
over
the
wall
the
garret
and
bedroom
windows
,
and
the
chimneys
,
out
of
which
there
seldom
comes
any
smoke
now
.
For
the
present
Lord
Steyne
lives
at
Naples
,
preferring
the
view
of
the
Bay
and
Capri
and
Vesuvius
to
the
dreary
aspect
of
the
wall
in
Gaunt
Square
.
A
few
score
yards
down
New
Gaunt
Street
,
and
leading
into
Gaunt
Mews
indeed
,
is
a
little
modest
back
door
,
which
you
would
not
remark
from
that
of
any
of
the
other
stables
.
But
many
a
little
close
carriage
has
stopped
at
that
door
,
as
my
informant
(
little
Tom
Eaves
,
who
knows
everything
,
and
who
showed
me
the
place
)
told
me
.
"
The
Prince
and
Perdita
have
been
in
and
out
of
that
door
,
sir
,
"
he
had
often
told
me
;
"
Marianne
Clarke
has
entered
it
with
the
Duke
of
--
--
--
.
It
conducts
to
the
famous
petits
appartements
of
Lord
Steyne
--
one
,
sir
,
fitted
up
all
in
ivory
and
white
satin
,
another
in
ebony
and
black
velvet
;
there
is
a
little
banqueting-room
taken
from
Sallust
's
house
at
Pompeii
,
and
painted
by
Cosway
--
a
little
private
kitchen
,
in
which
every
saucepan
was
silver
and
all
the
spits
were
gold
.
It
was
there
that
Egalite
Orleans
roasted
partridges
on
the
night
when
he
and
the
Marquis
of
Steyne
won
a
hundred
thousand
from
a
great
personage
at
ombre
.
Half
of
the
money
went
to
the
French
Revolution
,
half
to
purchase
Lord
Gaunt
's
Marquisate
and
Garter
--
and
the
remainder
--
"
but
it
forms
no
part
of
our
scheme
to
tell
what
became
of
the
remainder
,
for
every
shilling
of
which
,
and
a
great
deal
more
,
little
Tom
Eaves
,
who
knows
everybody
's
affairs
,
is
ready
to
account
.
Besides
his
town
palace
,
the
Marquis
had
castles
and
palaces
in
various
quarters
of
the
three
kingdoms
,
whereof
the
descriptions
may
be
found
in
the
road-books
--
Castle
Strongbow
,
with
its
woods
,
on
the
Shannon
shore
;
Gaunt
Castle
,
in
Carmarthenshire
,
where
Richard
II
was
taken
prisoner
--
Gauntly
Hall
in
Yorkshire
,
where
I
have
been
informed
there
were
two
hundred
silver
teapots
for
the
breakfasts
of
the
guests
of
the
house
,
with
everything
to
correspond
in
splendour
;
and
Stillbrook
in
Hampshire
,
which
was
my
lord
's
farm
,
an
humble
place
of
residence
,
of
which
we
all
remember
the
wonderful
furniture
which
was
sold
at
my
lord
's
demise
by
a
late
celebrated
auctioneer
.
The
Marchioness
of
Steyne
was
of
the
renowned
and
ancient
family
of
the
Caerlyons
,
Marquises
of
Camelot
,
who
have
preserved
the
old
faith
ever
since
the
conversion
of
the
venerable
Druid
,
their
first
ancestor
,
and
whose
pedigree
goes
far
beyond
the
date
of
the
arrival
of
King
Brute
in
these
islands
.
Pendragon
is
the
title
of
the
eldest
son
of
the
house
.
The
sons
have
been
called
Arthurs
,
Uthers
,
and
Caradocs
,
from
immemorial
time
.
Their
heads
have
fallen
in
many
a
loyal
conspiracy
.
Elizabeth
chopped
off
the
head
of
the
Arthur
of
her
day
,
who
had
been
Chamberlain
to
Philip
and
Mary
,
and
carried
letters
between
the
Queen
of
Scots
and
her
uncles
the
Guises
.
A
cadet
of
the
house
was
an
officer
of
the
great
Duke
and
distinguished
in
the
famous
Saint
Bartholomew
conspiracy
.
During
the
whole
of
Mary
's
confinement
,
the
house
of
Camelot
conspired
in
her
behalf
.
It
was
as
much
injured
by
its
charges
in
fitting
out
an
armament
against
the
Spaniards
,
during
the
time
of
the
Armada
,
as
by
the
fines
and
confiscations
levied
on
it
by
Elizabeth
for
harbouring
of
priests
,
obstinate
recusancy
,
and
popish
misdoings
.
A
recreant
of
James
's
time
was
momentarily
perverted
from
his
religion
by
the
arguments
of
that
great
theologian
,
and
the
fortunes
of
the
family
somewhat
restored
by
his
timely
weakness
.
But
the
Earl
of
Camelot
,
of
the
reign
of
Charles
,
returned
to
the
old
creed
of
his
family
,
and
they
continued
to
fight
for
it
,
and
ruin
themselves
for
it
,
as
long
as
there
was
a
Stuart
left
to
head
or
to
instigate
a
rebellion
.
Lady
Mary
Caerlyon
was
brought
up
at
a
Parisian
convent
;
the
Dauphiness
Marie
Antoinette
was
her
godmother
.
In
the
pride
of
her
beauty
she
had
been
married
--
sold
,
it
was
said
--
to
Lord
Gaunt
,
then
at
Paris
,
who
won
vast
sums
from
the
lady
's
brother
at
some
of
Philip
of
Orleans
's
banquets
.
The
Earl
of
Gaunt
's
famous
duel
with
the
Count
de
la
Marche
,
of
the
Grey
Musqueteers
,
was
attributed
by
common
report
to
the
pretensions
of
that
officer
(
who
had
been
a
page
,
and
remained
a
favourite
of
the
Queen
)
to
the
hand
of
the
beautiful
Lady
Mary
Caerlyon
.
She
was
married
to
Lord
Gaunt
while
the
Count
lay
ill
of
his
wound
,
and
came
to
dwell
at
Gaunt
House
,
and
to
figure
for
a
short
time
in
the
splendid
Court
of
the
Prince
of
Wales
.
Fox
had
toasted
her
.
Morris
and
Sheridan
had
written
songs
about
her
.
Malmesbury
had
made
her
his
best
bow
;
Walpole
had
pronounced
her
charming
;
Devonshire
had
been
almost
jealous
of
her
;
but
she
was
scared
by
the
wild
pleasures
and
gaieties
of
the
society
into
which
she
was
flung
,
and
after
she
had
borne
a
couple
of
sons
,
shrank
away
into
a
life
of
devout
seclusion
.
No
wonder
that
my
Lord
Steyne
,
who
liked
pleasure
and
cheerfulness
,
was
not
often
seen
after
their
marriage
by
the
side
of
this
trembling
,
silent
,
superstitious
,
unhappy
lady
.
