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Not
that
my
Lady
Fitz-Willis
is
any
better
than
anybody
else
,
being
,
on
the
contrary
,
a
faded
person
,
fifty-seven
years
of
age
,
and
neither
handsome
,
nor
wealthy
,
nor
entertaining
;
but
it
is
agreed
on
all
sides
that
she
is
of
the
"
best
people
.
"
Those
who
go
to
her
are
of
the
best
:
and
from
an
old
grudge
probably
to
Lady
Steyne
(
for
whose
coronet
her
ladyship
,
then
the
youthful
Georgina
Frederica
,
daughter
of
the
Prince
of
Wales
's
favourite
,
the
Earl
of
Portansherry
,
had
once
tried
)
,
this
great
and
famous
leader
of
the
fashion
chose
to
acknowledge
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
;
made
her
a
most
marked
curtsey
at
the
assembly
over
which
she
presided
;
and
not
only
encouraged
her
son
,
St.
Kitts
(
his
lordship
got
his
place
through
Lord
Steyne
's
interest
)
,
to
frequent
Mrs.
Crawley
's
house
,
but
asked
her
to
her
own
mansion
and
spoke
to
her
twice
in
the
most
public
and
condescending
manner
during
dinner
.
The
important
fact
was
known
all
over
London
that
night
.
People
who
had
been
crying
fie
about
Mrs.
Crawley
were
silent
.
Wenham
,
the
wit
and
lawyer
,
Lord
Steyne
's
right-hand
man
,
went
about
everywhere
praising
her
:
some
who
had
hesitated
,
came
forward
at
once
and
welcomed
her
;
little
Tom
Toady
,
who
had
warned
Southdown
about
visiting
such
an
abandoned
woman
,
now
besought
to
be
introduced
to
her
.
In
a
word
,
she
was
admitted
to
be
among
the
"
best
"
people
.
Ah
,
my
beloved
readers
and
brethren
,
do
not
envy
poor
Becky
prematurely
--
glory
like
this
is
said
to
be
fugitive
.
It
is
currently
reported
that
even
in
the
very
inmost
circles
,
they
are
no
happier
than
the
poor
wanderers
outside
the
zone
;
and
Becky
,
who
penetrated
into
the
very
centre
of
fashion
and
saw
the
great
George
IV
face
to
face
,
has
owned
since
that
there
too
was
Vanity
.
We
must
be
brief
in
descanting
upon
this
part
of
her
career
.
As
I
can
not
describe
the
mysteries
of
freemasonry
,
although
I
have
a
shrewd
idea
that
it
is
a
humbug
,
so
an
uninitiated
man
can
not
take
upon
himself
to
portray
the
great
world
accurately
,
and
had
best
keep
his
opinions
to
himself
,
whatever
they
are
.
Becky
has
often
spoken
in
subsequent
years
of
this
season
of
her
life
,
when
she
moved
among
the
very
greatest
circles
of
the
London
fashion
.
Her
success
excited
,
elated
,
and
then
bored
her
.
At
first
no
occupation
was
more
pleasant
than
to
invent
and
procure
(
the
latter
a
work
of
no
small
trouble
and
ingenuity
,
by
the
way
,
in
a
person
of
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
's
very
narrow
means
)
--
to
procure
,
we
say
,
the
prettiest
new
dresses
and
ornaments
;
to
drive
to
fine
dinner
parties
,
where
she
was
welcomed
by
great
people
;
and
from
the
fine
dinner
parties
to
fine
assemblies
,
whither
the
same
people
came
with
whom
she
had
been
dining
,
whom
she
had
met
the
night
before
,
and
would
see
on
the
morrow
--
the
young
men
faultlessly
appointed
,
handsomely
cravatted
,
with
the
neatest
glossy
boots
and
white
gloves
--
the
elders
portly
,
brass-buttoned
,
noble-looking
,
polite
,
and
prosy
--
the
young
ladies
blonde
,
timid
,
and
in
pink
--
the
mothers
grand
,
beautiful
,
sumptuous
,
solemn
,
and
in
diamonds
.
They
talked
in
English
,
not
in
bad
French
,
as
they
do
in
the
novels
.
They
talked
about
each
others
'
houses
,
and
characters
,
and
families
--
just
as
the
Joneses
do
about
the
Smiths
.
Becky
's
former
acquaintances
hated
and
envied
her
;
the
poor
woman
herself
was
yawning
in
spirit
.
"
I
wish
I
were
out
of
it
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
"
I
would
rather
be
a
parson
's
wife
and
teach
a
Sunday
school
than
this
;
or
a
sergeant
's
lady
and
ride
in
the
regimental
waggon
;
or
,
oh
,
how
much
gayer
it
would
be
to
wear
spangles
and
trousers
and
dance
before
a
booth
at
a
fair
.
"
"
You
would
do
it
very
well
,
"
said
Lord
Steyne
,
laughing
.
She
used
to
tell
the
great
man
her
ennuis
and
perplexities
in
her
artless
way
--
they
amused
him
.
"
Rawdon
would
make
a
very
good
Ecuyer
--
Master
of
the
Ceremonies
--
what
do
you
call
him
--
the
man
in
the
large
boots
and
the
uniform
,
who
goes
round
the
ring
cracking
the
whip
?
He
is
large
,
heavy
,
and
of
a
military
figure
.
I
recollect
,
"
Becky
continued
pensively
,
"
my
father
took
me
to
see
a
show
at
Brookgreen
Fair
when
I
was
a
child
,
and
when
we
came
home
,
I
made
myself
a
pair
of
stilts
and
danced
in
the
studio
to
the
wonder
of
all
the
pupils
.
"
"
I
should
have
liked
to
see
it
,
"
said
Lord
Steyne
.
"
I
should
like
to
do
it
now
,
"
Becky
continued
.
"
How
Lady
Blinkey
would
open
her
eyes
,
and
Lady
Grizzel
Macbeth
would
stare
!
Hush
!
silence
!
there
is
Pasta
beginning
to
sing
.
"
Becky
always
made
a
point
of
being
conspicuously
polite
to
the
professional
ladies
and
gentlemen
who
attended
at
these
aristocratic
parties
--
of
following
them
into
the
corners
where
they
sat
in
silence
,
and
shaking
hands
with
them
,
and
smiling
in
the
view
of
all
persons
.
She
was
an
artist
herself
,
as
she
said
very
truly
;
there
was
a
frankness
and
humility
in
the
manner
in
which
she
acknowledged
her
origin
,
which
provoked
,
or
disarmed
,
or
amused
lookers-on
,
as
the
case
might
be
.
"
How
cool
that
woman
is
,
"
said
one
;
"
what
airs
of
independence
she
assumes
,
where
she
ought
to
sit
still
and
be
thankful
if
anybody
speaks
to
her
!
"
"
What
an
honest
and
good-natured
soul
she
is
!
"
said
another
.
"
What
an
artful
little
minx
"
said
a
third
.
They
were
all
right
very
likely
,
but
Becky
went
her
own
way
,
and
so
fascinated
the
professional
personages
that
they
would
leave
off
their
sore
throats
in
order
to
sing
at
her
parties
and
give
her
lessons
for
nothing
.
