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These
arrangements
concluded
,
Becky
paid
a
visit
upstairs
to
the
before-mentioned
desk
,
which
Amelia
Sedley
had
given
her
years
and
years
ago
,
and
which
contained
a
number
of
useful
and
valuable
little
things
--
in
which
private
museum
she
placed
the
one
note
which
Messrs.
Jones
and
Robinson
's
cashier
had
given
her
.
When
the
ladies
of
Gaunt
House
were
at
breakfast
that
morning
,
Lord
Steyne
(
who
took
his
chocolate
in
private
and
seldom
disturbed
the
females
of
his
household
,
or
saw
them
except
upon
public
days
,
or
when
they
crossed
each
other
in
the
hall
,
or
when
from
his
pit-box
at
the
opera
he
surveyed
them
in
their
box
on
the
grand
tier
)
his
lordship
,
we
say
,
appeared
among
the
ladies
and
the
children
who
were
assembled
over
the
tea
and
toast
,
and
a
battle
royal
ensued
apropos
of
Rebecca
.
"
My
Lady
Steyne
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
want
to
see
the
list
for
your
dinner
on
Friday
;
and
I
want
you
,
if
you
please
,
to
write
a
card
for
Colonel
and
Mrs.
Crawley
.
"
"
Blanche
writes
them
,
"
Lady
Steyne
said
in
a
flutter
.
"
Lady
Gaunt
writes
them
.
"
"
I
will
not
write
to
that
person
,
"
Lady
Gaunt
said
,
a
tall
and
stately
lady
,
who
looked
up
for
an
instant
and
then
down
again
after
she
had
spoken
.
It
was
not
good
to
meet
Lord
Steyne
's
eyes
for
those
who
had
offended
him
.
"
Send
the
children
out
of
the
room
.
Go
!
"
said
he
pulling
at
the
bell-rope
.
The
urchins
,
always
frightened
before
him
,
retired
:
their
mother
would
have
followed
too
.
"
Not
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
stop
.
"
"
My
Lady
Steyne
,
"
he
said
,
"
once
more
will
you
have
the
goodness
to
go
to
the
desk
and
write
that
card
for
your
dinner
on
Friday
?
"
"
My
Lord
,
I
will
not
be
present
at
it
,
"
Lady
Gaunt
said
;
"
I
will
go
home
.
"
"
I
wish
you
would
,
and
stay
there
.
You
will
find
the
bailiffs
at
Bareacres
very
pleasant
company
,
and
I
shall
be
freed
from
lending
money
to
your
relations
and
from
your
own
damned
tragedy
airs
.
Who
are
you
to
give
orders
here
?
You
have
no
money
.
You
've
got
no
brains
.
You
were
here
to
have
children
,
and
you
have
not
had
any
.
Gaunt
's
tired
of
you
,
and
George
's
wife
is
the
only
person
in
the
family
who
does
n't
wish
you
were
dead
.
Gaunt
would
marry
again
if
you
were
.
"
