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Rawdon
said
she
should
not
join
in
any
more
such
amusements
--
but
indeed
,
and
perhaps
from
hints
from
his
elder
brother
and
sister
,
he
had
already
become
a
very
watchful
and
exemplary
domestic
character
.
He
left
off
his
clubs
and
billiards
.
He
never
left
home
.
He
took
Becky
out
to
drive
;
he
went
laboriously
with
her
to
all
her
parties
.
Whenever
my
Lord
Steyne
called
,
he
was
sure
to
find
the
Colonel
.
And
when
Becky
proposed
to
go
out
without
her
husband
,
or
received
invitations
for
herself
,
he
peremptorily
ordered
her
to
refuse
them
:
and
there
was
that
in
the
gentleman
's
manner
which
enforced
obedience
.
Little
Becky
,
to
do
her
justice
,
was
charmed
with
Rawdon
's
gallantry
.
If
he
was
surly
,
she
never
was
.
Whether
friends
were
present
or
absent
,
she
had
always
a
kind
smile
for
him
and
was
attentive
to
his
pleasure
and
comfort
.
It
was
the
early
days
of
their
marriage
over
again
:
the
same
good
humour
,
prevenances
,
merriment
,
and
artless
confidence
and
regard
.
"
How
much
pleasanter
it
is
,
"
she
would
say
,
"
to
have
you
by
my
side
in
the
carriage
than
that
foolish
old
Briggs
!
Let
us
always
go
on
so
,
dear
Rawdon
How
nice
it
would
be
,
and
how
happy
we
should
always
be
,
if
we
had
but
the
money
!
"
He
fell
asleep
after
dinner
in
his
chair
;
he
did
not
see
the
face
opposite
to
him
,
haggard
,
weary
,
and
terrible
;
it
lighted
up
with
fresh
candid
smiles
when
he
woke
.
It
kissed
him
gaily
.
He
wondered
that
he
had
ever
had
suspicions
.
No
,
he
never
had
suspicions
;
all
those
dumb
doubts
and
surly
misgivings
which
had
been
gathering
on
his
mind
were
mere
idle
jealousies
.
She
was
fond
of
him
;
she
always
had
been
.
As
for
her
shining
in
society
,
it
was
no
fault
of
hers
;
she
was
formed
to
shine
there
.
Was
there
any
woman
who
could
talk
,
or
sing
,
or
do
anything
like
her
?
If
she
would
but
like
the
boy
!
Rawdon
thought
.
But
the
mother
and
son
never
could
be
brought
together
.
And
it
was
while
Rawdon
's
mind
was
agitated
with
these
doubts
and
perplexities
that
the
incident
occurred
which
was
mentioned
in
the
last
chapter
,
and
the
unfortunate
Colonel
found
himself
a
prisoner
away
from
home
.
Friend
Rawdon
drove
on
then
to
Mr.
Moss
's
mansion
in
Cursitor
Street
,
and
was
duly
inducted
into
that
dismal
place
of
hospitality
.
Morning
was
breaking
over
the
cheerful
house-tops
of
Chancery
Lane
as
the
rattling
cab
woke
up
the
echoes
there
.
A
little
pink-eyed
Jew-boy
,
with
a
head
as
ruddy
as
the
rising
morn
,
let
the
party
into
the
house
,
and
Rawdon
was
welcomed
to
the
ground-floor
apartments
by
Mr.
Moss
,
his
travelling
companion
and
host
,
who
cheerfully
asked
him
if
he
would
like
a
glass
of
something
warm
after
his
drive
.
The
Colonel
was
not
so
depressed
as
some
mortals
would
be
,
who
,
quitting
a
palace
and
a
placens
uxor
,
find
themselves
barred
into
a
spunging-house
;
for
,
if
the
truth
must
be
told
,
he
had
been
a
lodger
at
Mr.
Moss
's
establishment
once
or
twice
before
.
We
have
not
thought
it
necessary
in
the
previous
course
of
this
narrative
to
mention
these
trivial
little
domestic
incidents
:
but
the
reader
may
be
assured
that
they
ca
n't
unfrequently
occur
in
the
life
of
a
man
who
lives
on
nothing
a
year
.
Upon
his
first
visit
to
Mr.
Moss
,
the
Colonel
,
then
a
bachelor
,
had
been
liberated
by
the
generosity
of
his
aunt
;
on
the
second
mishap
,
little
Becky
,
with
the
greatest
spirit
and
kindness
,
had
borrowed
a
sum
of
money
from
Lord
Southdown
and
had
coaxed
her
husband
's
creditor
(
who
was
her
shawl
,
velvet-gown
,
lace
pocket-handkerchief
,
trinket
,
and
gim-crack
purveyor
,
indeed
)
to
take
a
portion
of
the
sum
claimed
and
Rawdon
's
promissory
note
for
the
remainder
:
so
on
both
these
occasions
the
capture
and
release
had
been
conducted
with
the
utmost
gallantry
on
all
sides
,
and
Moss
and
the
Colonel
were
therefore
on
the
very
best
of
terms
.
"
You
'll
find
your
old
bed
,
Colonel
,
and
everything
comfortable
,
"
that
gentleman
said
,
"
as
I
may
honestly
say
.
You
may
be
pretty
sure
its
kep
aired
,
and
by
the
best
of
company
,
too
.
It
was
slep
in
the
night
afore
last
by
the
Honorable
Capting
Famish
,
of
the
Fiftieth
Dragoons
,
whose
Mar
took
him
out
,
after
a
fortnight
,
jest
to
punish
him
,
she
said
.
But
,
Law
bless
you
,
I
promise
you
,
he
punished
my
champagne
,
and
had
a
party
ere
every
night
--
reglar
tip-top
swells
,
down
from
the
clubs
and
the
West
End
--
Capting
Ragg
,
the
Honorable
Deuceace
,
who
lives
in
the
Temple
,
and
some
fellers
as
knows
a
good
glass
of
wine
,
I
warrant
you
.
I
've
got
a
Doctor
of
Diwinity
upstairs
,
five
gents
in
the
coffee-room
,
and
Mrs.
Moss
has
a
tably-dy-hoty
at
half-past
five
,
and
a
little
cards
or
music
afterwards
,
when
we
shall
be
most
happy
to
see
you
.
"
"
I
'll
ring
when
I
want
anything
,
"
said
Rawdon
and
went
quietly
to
his
bedroom
.
He
was
an
old
soldier
,
we
have
said
,
and
not
to
be
disturbed
by
any
little
shocks
of
fate
.
A
weaker
man
would
have
sent
off
a
letter
to
his
wife
on
the
instant
of
his
capture
.
"
But
what
is
the
use
of
disturbing
her
night
's
rest
?
"
thought
Rawdon
.
"
She
wo
n't
know
whether
I
am
in
my
room
or
not
.
It
will
be
time
enough
to
write
to
her
when
she
has
had
her
sleep
out
,
and
I
have
had
mine
.
It
's
only
a
hundred-and-seventy
,
and
the
deuce
is
in
it
if
we
ca
n't
raise
that
.
"
And
so
,
thinking
about
little
Rawdon
(
whom
he
would
not
have
know
that
he
was
in
such
a
queer
place
)
,
the
Colonel
turned
into
the
bed
lately
occupied
by
Captain
Famish
and
fell
asleep
.
It
was
ten
o'clock
when
he
woke
up
,
and
the
ruddy-headed
youth
brought
him
,
with
conscious
pride
,
a
fine
silver
dressing-case
,
wherewith
he
might
perform
the
operation
of
shaving
.
Indeed
Mr.
Moss
's
house
,
though
somewhat
dirty
,
was
splendid
throughout
.
There
were
dirty
trays
,
and
wine-coolers
en
permanence
on
the
sideboard
,
huge
dirty
gilt
cornices
,
with
dingy
yellow
satin
hangings
to
the
barred
windows
which
looked
into
Cursitor
Street
--
vast
and
dirty
gilt
picture
frames
surrounding
pieces
sporting
and
sacred
,
all
of
which
works
were
by
the
greatest
masters
--
and
fetched
the
greatest
prices
,
too
,
in
the
bill
transactions
,
in
the
course
of
which
they
were
sold
and
bought
over
and
over
again
.
The
Colonel
's
breakfast
was
served
to
him
in
the
same
dingy
and
gorgeous
plated
ware
.
