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A
few
days
after
the
famous
presentation
,
another
great
and
exceeding
honour
was
vouchsafed
to
the
virtuous
Becky
.
Lady
Steyne
's
carriage
drove
up
to
Mr.
Rawdon
Crawley
's
door
,
and
the
footman
,
instead
of
driving
down
the
front
of
the
house
,
as
by
his
tremendous
knocking
he
appeared
to
be
inclined
to
do
,
relented
and
only
delivered
in
a
couple
of
cards
,
on
which
were
engraven
the
names
of
the
Marchioness
of
Steyne
and
the
Countess
of
Gaunt
.
If
these
bits
of
pasteboard
had
been
beautiful
pictures
,
or
had
had
a
hundred
yards
of
Malines
lace
rolled
round
them
,
worth
twice
the
number
of
guineas
,
Becky
could
not
have
regarded
them
with
more
pleasure
.
You
may
be
sure
they
occupied
a
conspicuous
place
in
the
china
bowl
on
the
drawing-room
table
,
where
Becky
kept
the
cards
of
her
visitors
.
Lord
!
lord
!
how
poor
Mrs.
Washington
White
's
card
and
Lady
Crackenbury
's
card
--
which
our
little
friend
had
been
glad
enough
to
get
a
few
months
back
,
and
of
which
the
silly
little
creature
was
rather
proud
once
--
Lord
!
lord
!
I
say
,
how
soon
at
the
appearance
of
these
grand
court
cards
,
did
those
poor
little
neglected
deuces
sink
down
to
the
bottom
of
the
pack
.
Steyne
!
Bareacres
,
Johnes
of
Helvellyn
!
and
Caerylon
of
Camelot
!
we
may
be
sure
that
Becky
and
Briggs
looked
out
those
august
names
in
the
Peerage
,
and
followed
the
noble
races
up
through
all
the
ramifications
of
the
family
tree
.
My
Lord
Steyne
coming
to
call
a
couple
of
hours
afterwards
,
and
looking
about
him
,
and
observing
everything
as
was
his
wont
,
found
his
ladies
'
cards
already
ranged
as
the
trumps
of
Becky
's
hand
,
and
grinned
,
as
this
old
cynic
always
did
at
any
naive
display
of
human
weakness
.
Becky
came
down
to
him
presently
;
whenever
the
dear
girl
expected
his
lordship
,
her
toilette
was
prepared
,
her
hair
in
perfect
order
,
her
mouchoirs
,
aprons
,
scarfs
,
little
morocco
slippers
,
and
other
female
gimcracks
arranged
,
and
she
seated
in
some
artless
and
agreeable
posture
ready
to
receive
him
--
whenever
she
was
surprised
,
of
course
,
she
had
to
fly
to
her
apartment
to
take
a
rapid
survey
of
matters
in
the
glass
,
and
to
trip
down
again
to
wait
upon
the
great
peer
.
She
found
him
grinning
over
the
bowl
.
She
was
discovered
,
and
she
blushed
a
little
.
"
Thank
you
,
Monseigneur
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
see
your
ladies
have
been
here
.
How
good
of
you
!
I
could
n't
come
before
--
I
was
in
the
kitchen
making
a
pudding
.
"
"
I
know
you
were
,
I
saw
you
through
the
area-railings
as
I
drove
up
,
"
replied
the
old
gentleman
.
"
You
see
everything
,
"
she
replied
.
"
A
few
things
,
but
not
that
,
my
pretty
lady
,
"
he
said
good-naturedly
.
"
You
silly
little
fibster
!
I
heard
you
in
the
room
overhead
,
where
I
have
no
doubt
you
were
putting
a
little
rouge
on
--
you
must
give
some
of
yours
to
my
Lady
Gaunt
,
whose
complexion
is
quite
preposterous
--
and
I
heard
the
bedroom
door
open
,
and
then
you
came
downstairs
.
"
"
Is
it
a
crime
to
try
and
look
my
best
when
YOU
come
here
?
"
answered
Mrs.
Rawdon
plaintively
,
and
she
rubbed
her
cheek
with
her
handkerchief
as
if
to
show
there
was
no
rouge
at
all
,
only
genuine
blushes
and
modesty
in
her
case
.
About
this
who
can
tell
?
I
know
there
is
some
rouge
that
wo
n't
come
off
on
a
pocket-handkerchief
,
and
some
so
good
that
even
tears
will
not
disturb
it
.
"
Well
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
twiddling
round
his
wife
's
card
,
"
you
are
bent
on
becoming
a
fine
lady
.
You
pester
my
poor
old
life
out
to
get
you
into
the
world
.
You
wo
n't
be
able
to
hold
your
own
there
,
you
silly
little
fool
.
You
've
got
no
money
.
"
