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To
hide
,
in
the
nature
of
how
many
women
?
Oh
,
ladies
!
how
many
of
you
have
surreptitious
milliners
'
bills
?
How
many
of
you
have
gowns
and
bracelets
which
you
dare
n't
show
,
or
which
you
wear
trembling
?
--
trembling
,
and
coaxing
with
smiles
the
husband
by
your
side
,
who
does
not
know
the
new
velvet
gown
from
the
old
one
,
or
the
new
bracelet
from
last
year
's
,
or
has
any
notion
that
the
ragged-looking
yellow
lace
scarf
cost
forty
guineas
and
that
Madame
Bobinot
is
writing
dunning
letters
every
week
for
the
money
!
Thus
Rawdon
knew
nothing
about
the
brilliant
diamond
ear-rings
,
or
the
superb
brilliant
ornament
which
decorated
the
fair
bosom
of
his
lady
;
but
Lord
Steyne
,
who
was
in
his
place
at
Court
,
as
Lord
of
the
Powder
Closet
,
and
one
of
the
great
dignitaries
and
illustrious
defences
of
the
throne
of
England
,
and
came
up
with
all
his
stars
,
garters
,
collars
,
and
cordons
,
and
paid
particular
attention
to
the
little
woman
,
knew
whence
the
jewels
came
and
who
paid
for
them
.
As
he
bowed
over
her
he
smiled
,
and
quoted
the
hackneyed
and
beautiful
lines
from
The
Rape
of
the
Lock
about
Belinda
's
diamonds
,
"
which
Jews
might
kiss
and
infidels
adore
.
"
"
But
I
hope
your
lordship
is
orthodox
,
"
said
the
little
lady
with
a
toss
of
her
head
.
And
many
ladies
round
about
whispered
and
talked
,
and
many
gentlemen
nodded
and
whispered
,
as
they
saw
what
marked
attention
the
great
nobleman
was
paying
to
the
little
adventuress
.
What
were
the
circumstances
of
the
interview
between
Rebecca
Crawley
,
nee
Sharp
,
and
her
Imperial
Master
,
it
does
not
become
such
a
feeble
and
inexperienced
pen
as
mine
to
attempt
to
relate
.
The
dazzled
eyes
close
before
that
Magnificent
Idea
.
Loyal
respect
and
decency
tell
even
the
imagination
not
to
look
too
keenly
and
audaciously
about
the
sacred
audience-chamber
,
but
to
back
away
rapidly
,
silently
,
and
respectfully
,
making
profound
bows
out
of
the
August
Presence
.
This
may
be
said
,
that
in
all
London
there
was
no
more
loyal
heart
than
Becky
's
after
this
interview
.
The
name
of
her
king
was
always
on
her
lips
,
and
he
was
proclaimed
by
her
to
be
the
most
charming
of
men
.
She
went
to
Colnaghi
's
and
ordered
the
finest
portrait
of
him
that
art
had
produced
,
and
credit
could
supply
.
She
chose
that
famous
one
in
which
the
best
of
monarchs
is
represented
in
a
frock-coat
with
a
fur
collar
,
and
breeches
and
silk
stockings
,
simpering
on
a
sofa
from
under
his
curly
brown
wig
.
She
had
him
painted
in
a
brooch
and
wore
it
--
indeed
she
amused
and
somewhat
pestered
her
acquaintance
with
her
perpetual
talk
about
his
urbanity
and
beauty
.
Who
knows
!
Perhaps
the
little
woman
thought
she
might
play
the
part
of
a
Maintenon
or
a
Pompadour
.
But
the
finest
sport
of
all
after
her
presentation
was
to
hear
her
talk
virtuously
.
She
had
a
few
female
acquaintances
,
not
,
it
must
be
owned
,
of
the
very
highest
reputation
in
Vanity
Fair
.
But
being
made
an
honest
woman
of
,
so
to
speak
,
Becky
would
not
consort
any
longer
with
these
dubious
ones
,
and
cut
Lady
Crackenbury
when
the
latter
nodded
to
her
from
her
opera-box
,
and
gave
Mrs.
Washington
White
the
go-by
in
the
Ring
.
"
One
must
,
my
dear
,
show
one
is
somebody
,
"
she
said
.
"
One
must
n't
be
seen
with
doubtful
people
.
I
pity
Lady
Crackenbury
from
my
heart
,
and
Mrs.
Washington
White
may
be
a
very
good-natured
person
.
YOU
may
go
and
dine
with
them
,
as
you
like
your
rubber
.
But
I
must
n't
,
and
wo
n't
;
and
you
will
have
the
goodness
to
tell
Smith
to
say
I
am
not
at
home
when
either
of
them
calls
.
"
The
particulars
of
Becky
's
costume
were
in
the
newspapers
--
feathers
,
lappets
,
superb
diamonds
,
and
all
the
rest
.
Lady
Crackenbury
read
the
paragraph
in
bitterness
of
spirit
and
discoursed
to
her
followers
about
the
airs
which
that
woman
was
giving
herself
.
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
and
her
young
ladies
in
the
country
had
a
copy
of
the
Morning
Post
from
town
,
and
gave
a
vent
to
their
honest
indignation
.
"
If
you
had
been
sandy-haired
,
green-eyed
,
and
a
French
rope-dancer
's
daughter
,
"
Mrs.
Bute
said
to
her
eldest
girl
(
who
,
on
the
contrary
,
was
a
very
swarthy
,
short
,
and
snub-nosed
young
lady
)
,
"
You
might
have
had
superb
diamonds
forsooth
,
and
have
been
presented
at
Court
by
your
cousin
,
the
Lady
Jane
.
But
you
're
only
a
gentlewoman
,
my
poor
dear
child
.
You
have
only
some
of
the
best
blood
in
England
in
your
veins
,
and
good
principles
and
piety
for
your
portion
.
I
,
myself
,
the
wife
of
a
Baronet
's
younger
brother
,
too
,
never
thought
of
such
a
thing
as
going
to
Court
--
nor
would
other
people
,
if
good
Queen
Charlotte
had
been
alive
.
"
In
this
way
the
worthy
Rectoress
consoled
herself
,
and
her
daughters
sighed
and
sat
over
the
Peerage
all
night
.
