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Sir
Pitt
,
in
a
glittering
uniform
,
descended
and
went
into
Curzon
Street
,
his
sword
between
his
legs
.
Little
Rawdon
stood
with
his
face
against
the
parlour
window-panes
,
smiling
and
nodding
with
all
his
might
to
his
aunt
in
the
carriage
within
;
and
presently
Sir
Pitt
issued
forth
from
the
house
again
,
leading
forth
a
lady
with
grand
feathers
,
covered
in
a
white
shawl
,
and
holding
up
daintily
a
train
of
magnificent
brocade
.
She
stepped
into
the
vehicle
as
if
she
were
a
princess
and
accustomed
all
her
life
to
go
to
Court
,
smiling
graciously
on
the
footman
at
the
door
and
on
Sir
Pitt
,
who
followed
her
into
the
carriage
.
Then
Rawdon
followed
in
his
old
Guards
'
uniform
,
which
had
grown
woefully
shabby
,
and
was
much
too
tight
.
He
was
to
have
followed
the
procession
and
waited
upon
his
sovereign
in
a
cab
,
but
that
his
good-natured
sister-in-law
insisted
that
they
should
be
a
family
party
.
The
coach
was
large
,
the
ladies
not
very
big
,
they
would
hold
their
trains
in
their
laps
--
finally
,
the
four
went
fraternally
together
,
and
their
carriage
presently
joined
the
line
of
royal
equipages
which
was
making
its
way
down
Piccadilly
and
St.
James
's
Street
,
towards
the
old
brick
palace
where
the
Star
of
Brunswick
was
in
waiting
to
receive
his
nobles
and
gentlefolks
.
Becky
felt
as
if
she
could
bless
the
people
out
of
the
carriage
windows
,
so
elated
was
she
in
spirit
,
and
so
strong
a
sense
had
she
of
the
dignified
position
which
she
had
at
last
attained
in
life
.
Even
our
Becky
had
her
weaknesses
,
and
as
one
often
sees
how
men
pride
themselves
upon
excellences
which
others
are
slow
to
perceive
:
how
,
for
instance
,
Comus
firmly
believes
that
he
is
the
greatest
tragic
actor
in
England
;
how
Brown
,
the
famous
novelist
,
longs
to
be
considered
,
not
a
man
of
genius
,
but
a
man
of
fashion
;
while
Robinson
,
the
great
lawyer
,
does
not
in
the
least
care
about
his
reputation
in
Westminster
Hall
,
but
believes
himself
incomparable
across
country
and
at
a
five-barred
gate
--
so
to
be
,
and
to
be
thought
,
a
respectable
woman
was
Becky
's
aim
in
life
,
and
she
got
up
the
genteel
with
amazing
assiduity
,
readiness
,
and
success
.
We
have
said
,
there
were
times
when
she
believed
herself
to
be
a
fine
lady
and
forgot
that
there
was
no
money
in
the
chest
at
home
--
duns
round
the
gate
,
tradesmen
to
coax
and
wheedle
--
no
ground
to
walk
upon
,
in
a
word
.
And
as
she
went
to
Court
in
the
carriage
,
the
family
carriage
,
she
adopted
a
demeanour
so
grand
,
self-satisfied
,
deliberate
,
and
imposing
that
it
made
even
Lady
Jane
laugh
.
She
walked
into
the
royal
apartments
with
a
toss
of
the
head
which
would
have
befitted
an
empress
,
and
I
have
no
doubt
had
she
been
one
,
she
would
have
become
the
character
perfectly
.
We
are
authorized
to
state
that
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
's
costume
de
cour
on
the
occasion
of
her
presentation
to
the
Sovereign
was
of
the
most
elegant
and
brilliant
description
.
Some
ladies
we
may
have
seen
--
we
who
wear
stars
and
cordons
and
attend
the
St.
James
's
assemblies
,
or
we
,
who
,
in
muddy
boots
,
dawdle
up
and
down
Pall
Mall
and
peep
into
the
coaches
as
they
drive
up
with
the
great
folks
in
their
feathers
--
some
ladies
of
fashion
,
I
say
,
we
may
have
seen
,
about
two
o'clock
of
the
forenoon
of
a
levee
day
,
as
the
laced-jacketed
band
of
the
Life
Guards
are
blowing
triumphal
marches
seated
on
those
prancing
music-stools
,
their
cream-coloured
chargers
--
who
are
by
no
means
lovely
and
enticing
objects
at
that
early
period
of
noon
.
A
stout
countess
of
sixty
,
decolletee
,
painted
,
wrinkled
with
rouge
up
to
her
drooping
eyelids
,
and
diamonds
twinkling
in
her
wig
,
is
a
wholesome
and
edifying
,
but
not
a
pleasant
sight
.
She
has
the
faded
look
of
a
St.
James
's
Street
illumination
,
as
it
may
be
seen
of
an
early
morning
,
when
half
the
lamps
are
out
,
and
the
others
are
blinking
wanly
,
as
if
they
were
about
to
vanish
like
ghosts
before
the
dawn
.
Such
charms
as
those
of
which
we
catch
glimpses
while
her
ladyship
's
carriage
passes
should
appear
abroad
at
night
alone
.
If
even
Cynthia
looks
haggard
of
an
afternoon
,
as
we
may
see
her
sometimes
in
the
present
winter
season
,
with
Phoebus
staring
her
out
of
countenance
from
the
opposite
side
of
the
heavens
,
how
much
more
can
old
Lady
Castlemouldy
keep
her
head
up
when
the
sun
is
shining
full
upon
it
through
the
chariot
windows
,
and
showing
all
the
chinks
and
crannies
with
which
time
has
marked
her
face
!
No
.
Drawing-rooms
should
be
announced
for
November
,
or
the
first
foggy
day
,
or
the
elderly
sultanas
of
our
Vanity
Fair
should
drive
up
in
closed
litters
,
descend
in
a
covered
way
,
and
make
their
curtsey
to
the
Sovereign
under
the
protection
of
lamplight
.
Our
beloved
Rebecca
had
no
need
,
however
,
of
any
such
a
friendly
halo
to
set
off
her
beauty
.
Her
complexion
could
bear
any
sunshine
as
yet
,
and
her
dress
,
though
if
you
were
to
see
it
now
,
any
present
lady
of
Vanity
Fair
would
pronounce
it
to
be
the
most
foolish
and
preposterous
attire
ever
worn
,
was
as
handsome
in
her
eyes
and
those
of
the
public
,
some
five-and-twenty
years
since
,
as
the
most
brilliant
costume
of
the
most
famous
beauty
of
the
present
season
.
A
score
of
years
hence
that
too
,
that
milliner
's
wonder
,
will
have
passed
into
the
domain
of
the
absurd
,
along
with
all
previous
vanities
.
But
we
are
wandering
too
much
.
Mrs.
Rawdon
's
dress
was
pronounced
to
be
charmante
on
the
eventful
day
of
her
presentation
.
Even
good
little
Lady
Jane
was
forced
to
acknowledge
this
effect
,
as
she
looked
at
her
kinswoman
,
and
owned
sorrowfully
to
herself
that
she
was
quite
inferior
in
taste
to
Mrs.
Becky
.
She
did
not
know
how
much
care
,
thought
,
and
genius
Mrs.
Rawdon
had
bestowed
upon
that
garment
.
Rebecca
had
as
good
taste
as
any
milliner
in
Europe
,
and
such
a
clever
way
of
doing
things
as
Lady
Jane
little
understood
.
The
latter
quickly
spied
out
the
magnificence
of
the
brocade
of
Becky
's
train
,
and
the
splendour
of
the
lace
on
her
dress
.
The
brocade
was
an
old
remnant
,
Becky
said
;
and
as
for
the
lace
,
it
was
a
great
bargain
.
She
had
had
it
these
hundred
years
.
