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After
Becky
's
appearance
at
my
Lord
Steyne
's
private
and
select
parties
,
the
claims
of
that
estimable
woman
as
regards
fashion
were
settled
,
and
some
of
the
very
greatest
and
tallest
doors
in
the
metropolis
were
speedily
opened
to
her
--
doors
so
great
and
tall
that
the
beloved
reader
and
writer
hereof
may
hope
in
vain
to
enter
at
them
.
Dear
brethren
,
let
us
tremble
before
those
august
portals
.
I
fancy
them
guarded
by
grooms
of
the
chamber
with
flaming
silver
forks
with
which
they
prong
all
those
who
have
not
the
right
of
the
entree
.
They
say
the
honest
newspaper-fellow
who
sits
in
the
hall
and
takes
down
the
names
of
the
great
ones
who
are
admitted
to
the
feasts
dies
after
a
little
time
.
He
ca
n't
survive
the
glare
of
fashion
long
.
It
scorches
him
up
,
as
the
presence
of
Jupiter
in
full
dress
wasted
that
poor
imprudent
Semele
--
a
giddy
moth
of
a
creature
who
ruined
herself
by
venturing
out
of
her
natural
atmosphere
.
Her
myth
ought
to
be
taken
to
heart
amongst
the
Tyburnians
,
the
Belgravians
--
her
story
,
and
perhaps
Becky
's
too
.
Ah
,
ladies
!
--
ask
the
Reverend
Mr.
Thurifer
if
Belgravia
is
not
a
sounding
brass
and
Tyburnia
a
tinkling
cymbal
.
These
are
vanities
.
Even
these
will
pass
away
.
And
some
day
or
other
(
but
it
will
be
after
our
time
,
thank
goodness
)
Hyde
Park
Gardens
will
be
no
better
known
than
the
celebrated
horticultural
outskirts
of
Babylon
,
and
Belgrave
Square
will
be
as
desolate
as
Baker
Street
,
or
Tadmor
in
the
wilderness
.
Ladies
,
are
you
aware
that
the
great
Pitt
lived
in
Baker
Street
?
What
would
not
your
grandmothers
have
given
to
be
asked
to
Lady
Hester
's
parties
in
that
now
decayed
mansion
?
I
have
dined
in
it
--
moi
qui
vous
parle
,
I
peopled
the
chamber
with
ghosts
of
the
mighty
dead
.
As
we
sat
soberly
drinking
claret
there
with
men
of
to-day
,
the
spirits
of
the
departed
came
in
and
took
their
places
round
the
darksome
board
.
The
pilot
who
weathered
the
storm
tossed
off
great
bumpers
of
spiritual
port
;
the
shade
of
Dundas
did
not
leave
the
ghost
of
a
heeltap
.
Addington
sat
bowing
and
smirking
in
a
ghastly
manner
,
and
would
not
be
behindhand
when
the
noiseless
bottle
went
round
;
Scott
,
from
under
bushy
eyebrows
,
winked
at
the
apparition
of
a
beeswing
;
Wilberforce
's
eyes
went
up
to
the
ceiling
,
so
that
he
did
not
seem
to
know
how
his
glass
went
up
full
to
his
mouth
and
came
down
empty
;
up
to
the
ceiling
which
was
above
us
only
yesterday
,
and
which
the
great
of
the
past
days
have
all
looked
at
.
They
let
the
house
as
a
furnished
lodging
now
.
Yes
,
Lady
Hester
once
lived
in
Baker
Street
,
and
lies
asleep
in
the
wilderness
.
Eothen
saw
her
there
--
not
in
Baker
Street
,
but
in
the
other
solitude
.
It
is
all
vanity
to
be
sure
,
but
who
will
not
own
to
liking
a
little
of
it
?
I
should
like
to
know
what
well-constituted
mind
,
merely
because
it
is
transitory
,
dislikes
roast
beef
?
That
is
a
vanity
,
but
may
every
man
who
reads
this
have
a
wholesome
portion
of
it
through
life
,
I
beg
:
aye
,
though
my
readers
were
five
hundred
thousand
.
Sit
down
,
gentlemen
,
and
fall
to
,
with
a
good
hearty
appetite
;
the
fat
,
the
lean
,
the
gravy
,
the
horse-radish
as
you
like
it
--
do
n't
spare
it
.
Another
glass
of
wine
,
Jones
,
my
boy
--
a
little
bit
of
the
Sunday
side
.
Yes
,
let
us
eat
our
fill
of
the
vain
thing
and
be
thankful
therefor
.
And
let
us
make
the
best
of
Becky
's
aristocratic
pleasures
likewise
--
for
these
too
,
like
all
other
mortal
delights
,
were
but
transitory
.
The
upshot
of
her
visit
to
Lord
Steyne
was
that
His
Highness
the
Prince
of
Peterwaradin
took
occasion
to
renew
his
acquaintance
with
Colonel
Crawley
,
when
they
met
on
the
next
day
at
the
Club
,
and
to
compliment
Mrs.
Crawley
in
the
Ring
of
Hyde
Park
with
a
profound
salute
of
the
hat
.
She
and
her
husband
were
invited
immediately
to
one
of
the
Prince
's
small
parties
at
Levant
House
,
then
occupied
by
His
Highness
during
the
temporary
absence
from
England
of
its
noble
proprietor
.
She
sang
after
dinner
to
a
very
little
comite
.
The
Marquis
of
Steyne
was
present
,
paternally
superintending
the
progress
of
his
pupil
.
At
Levant
House
Becky
met
one
of
the
finest
gentlemen
and
greatest
ministers
that
Europe
has
produced
--
the
Duc
de
la
Jabotiere
,
then
Ambassador
from
the
Most
Christian
King
,
and
subsequently
Minister
to
that
monarch
.
I
declare
I
swell
with
pride
as
these
august
names
are
transcribed
by
my
pen
,
and
I
think
in
what
brilliant
company
my
dear
Becky
is
moving
.
She
became
a
constant
guest
at
the
French
Embassy
,
where
no
party
was
considered
to
be
complete
without
the
presence
of
the
charming
Madame
Ravdonn
Cravley
.
Messieurs
de
Truffigny
(
of
the
Perigord
family
)
and
Champignac
,
both
attaches
of
the
Embassy
,
were
straightway
smitten
by
the
charms
of
the
fair
Colonel
's
wife
,
and
both
declared
,
according
to
the
wont
of
their
nation
(
for
who
ever
yet
met
a
Frenchman
,
come
out
of
England
,
that
has
not
left
half
a
dozen
families
miserable
,
and
brought
away
as
many
hearts
in
his
pocket-book
?
)
,
both
,
I
say
,
declared
that
they
were
au
mieux
with
the
charming
Madame
Ravdonn
.
But
I
doubt
the
correctness
of
the
assertion
.
Champignac
was
very
fond
of
ecarte
,
and
made
many
parties
with
the
Colonel
of
evenings
,
while
Becky
was
singing
to
Lord
Steyne
in
the
other
room
;
and
as
for
Truffigny
,
it
is
a
well-known
fact
that
he
dared
not
go
to
the
Travellers
'
,
where
he
owed
money
to
the
waiters
,
and
if
he
had
not
had
the
Embassy
as
a
dining-place
,
the
worthy
young
gentleman
must
have
starved
.
I
doubt
,
I
say
,
that
Becky
would
have
selected
either
of
these
young
men
as
a
person
on
whom
she
would
bestow
her
special
regard
.
They
ran
of
her
messages
,
purchased
her
gloves
and
flowers
,
went
in
debt
for
opera-boxes
for
her
,
and
made
themselves
amiable
in
a
thousand
ways
.
And
they
talked
English
with
adorable
simplicity
,
and
to
the
constant
amusement
of
Becky
and
my
Lord
Steyne
,
she
would
mimic
one
or
other
to
his
face
,
and
compliment
him
on
his
advance
in
the
English
language
with
a
gravity
which
never
failed
to
tickle
the
Marquis
,
her
sardonic
old
patron
.
Truffigny
gave
Briggs
a
shawl
by
way
of
winning
over
Becky
's
confidante
,
and
asked
her
to
take
charge
of
a
letter
which
the
simple
spinster
handed
over
in
public
to
the
person
to
whom
it
was
addressed
,
and
the
composition
of
which
amused
everybody
who
read
it
greatly
.
Lord
Steyne
read
it
,
everybody
but
honest
Rawdon
,
to
whom
it
was
not
necessary
to
tell
everything
that
passed
in
the
little
house
in
May
Fair
.
Here
,
before
long
,
Becky
received
not
only
"
the
best
"
foreigners
(
as
the
phrase
is
in
our
noble
and
admirable
society
slang
)
,
but
some
of
the
best
English
people
too
.
I
do
n't
mean
the
most
virtuous
,
or
indeed
the
least
virtuous
,
or
the
cleverest
,
or
the
stupidest
,
or
the
richest
,
or
the
best
born
,
but
"
the
best
,
"
--
in
a
word
,
people
about
whom
there
is
no
question
--
such
as
the
great
Lady
Fitz-Willis
,
that
Patron
Saint
of
Almack
's
,
the
great
Lady
Slowbore
,
the
great
Lady
Grizzel
Macbeth
(
she
was
Lady
G.
Glowry
,
daughter
of
Lord
Grey
of
Glowry
)
,
and
the
like
.
When
the
Countess
of
Fitz-Willis
(
her
Ladyship
is
of
the
Kingstreet
family
,
see
Debrett
and
Burke
)
takes
up
a
person
,
he
or
she
is
safe
.
There
is
no
question
about
them
any
more
.
