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Three
hours
,
he
calculated
,
would
be
the
utmost
time
required
,
before
Becky
should
arrive
and
open
his
prison
doors
,
and
he
passed
these
pretty
cheerfully
in
smoking
,
in
reading
the
paper
,
and
in
the
coffee-room
with
an
acquaintance
,
Captain
Walker
,
who
happened
to
be
there
,
and
with
whom
he
cut
for
sixpences
for
some
hours
,
with
pretty
equal
luck
on
either
side
.
But
the
day
passed
away
and
no
messenger
returned
--
no
Becky
.
Mr.
Moss
's
tably-dy-hoty
was
served
at
the
appointed
hour
of
half-past
five
,
when
such
of
the
gentlemen
lodging
in
the
house
as
could
afford
to
pay
for
the
banquet
came
and
partook
of
it
in
the
splendid
front
parlour
before
described
,
and
with
which
Mr.
Crawley
's
temporary
lodging
communicated
,
when
Miss
M.
(
Miss
Hem
,
as
her
papa
called
her
)
appeared
without
the
curl-papers
of
the
morning
,
and
Mrs.
Hem
did
the
honours
of
a
prime
boiled
leg
of
mutton
and
turnips
,
of
which
the
Colonel
ate
with
a
very
faint
appetite
.
Asked
whether
he
would
"
stand
"
a
bottle
of
champagne
for
the
company
,
he
consented
,
and
the
ladies
drank
to
his
'
ealth
,
and
Mr.
Moss
,
in
the
most
polite
manner
,
"
looked
towards
him
.
"
In
the
midst
of
this
repast
,
however
,
the
doorbell
was
heard
--
young
Moss
of
the
ruddy
hair
rose
up
with
the
keys
and
answered
the
summons
,
and
coming
back
,
told
the
Colonel
that
the
messenger
had
returned
with
a
bag
,
a
desk
and
a
letter
,
which
he
gave
him
.
"
No
ceramony
,
Colonel
,
I
beg
,
"
said
Mrs.
Moss
with
a
wave
of
her
hand
,
and
he
opened
the
letter
rather
tremulously
.
It
was
a
beautiful
letter
,
highly
scented
,
on
a
pink
paper
,
and
with
a
light
green
seal
.
MON
PAUVRE
CHER
PETIT
,
(
Mrs.
Crawley
wrote
)
I
could
not
sleep
ONE
WINK
for
thinking
of
what
had
become
of
my
odious
old
monstre
,
and
only
got
to
rest
in
the
morning
after
sending
for
Mr.
Blench
(
for
I
was
in
a
fever
)
,
who
gave
me
a
composing
draught
and
left
orders
with
Finette
that
I
should
be
disturbed
ON
NO
ACCOUNT
.
So
that
my
poor
old
man
's
messenger
,
who
had
bien
mauvaise
mine
Finette
says
,
and
sentoit
le
Genievre
,
remained
in
the
hall
for
some
hours
waiting
my
bell
.
You
may
fancy
my
state
when
I
read
your
poor
dear
old
ill-spelt
letter
.
Ill
as
I
was
,
I
instantly
called
for
the
carriage
,
and
as
soon
as
I
was
dressed
(
though
I
could
n't
drink
a
drop
of
chocolate
--
I
assure
you
I
could
n't
without
my
monstre
to
bring
it
to
me
)
,
I
drove
ventre
a
terre
to
Nathan
's
.
I
saw
him
--
I
wept
--
I
cried
--
I
fell
at
his
odious
knees
.
Nothing
would
mollify
the
horrid
man
.
He
would
have
all
the
money
,
he
said
,
or
keep
my
poor
monstre
in
prison
.
I
drove
home
with
the
intention
of
paying
that
triste
visite
chez
mon
oncle
(
when
every
trinket
I
have
should
be
at
your
disposal
though
they
would
not
fetch
a
hundred
pounds
,
for
some
,
you
know
,
are
with
ce
cher
oncle
already
)
,
and
found
Milor
there
with
the
Bulgarian
old
sheep-faced
monster
,
who
had
come
to
compliment
me
upon
last
night
's
performances
.
Paddington
came
in
,
too
,
drawling
and
lisping
and
twiddling
his
hair
;
so
did
Champignac
,
and
his
chef
--
everybody
with
foison
of
compliments
and
pretty
speeches
--
plaguing
poor
me
,
who
longed
to
be
rid
of
them
,
and
was
thinking
every
moment
of
the
time
of
mon
pauvre
prisonnier
.
When
they
were
gone
,
I
went
down
on
my
knees
to
Milor
;
told
him
we
were
going
to
pawn
everything
,
and
begged
and
prayed
him
to
give
me
two
hundred
pounds
.
He
pish
'd
and
psha
'd
in
a
fury
--
told
me
not
to
be
such
a
fool
as
to
pawn
--
and
said
he
would
see
whether
he
could
lend
me
the
money
.
At
last
he
went
away
,
promising
that
he
would
send
it
me
in
the
morning
:
when
I
will
bring
it
to
my
poor
old
monster
with
a
kiss
from
his
affectionate
BECKY
