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"
That
he
did
,
old
boy
,
"
said
the
good-natured
Captain
.
Little
Rawdon
was
then
sitting
,
one
of
fifty
gown
boys
,
in
the
Chapel
of
Whitefriars
School
,
thinking
,
not
about
the
sermon
,
but
about
going
home
next
Saturday
,
when
his
father
would
certainly
tip
him
and
perhaps
would
take
him
to
the
play
.
"
He
's
a
regular
trump
,
that
boy
,
"
the
father
went
on
,
still
musing
about
his
son
.
"
I
say
,
Mac
,
if
anything
goes
wrong
--
if
I
drop
--
I
should
like
you
to
--
to
go
and
see
him
,
you
know
,
and
say
that
I
was
very
fond
of
him
,
and
that
.
And
--
dash
it
--
old
chap
,
give
him
these
gold
sleeve-buttons
:
it
's
all
I
've
got
.
"
He
covered
his
face
with
his
black
hands
,
over
which
the
tears
rolled
and
made
furrows
of
white
.
Mr.
Macmurdo
had
also
occasion
to
take
off
his
silk
night-cap
and
rub
it
across
his
eyes
"
Go
down
and
order
some
breakfast
,
"
he
said
to
his
man
in
a
loud
cheerful
voice
.
"
What
'll
you
have
,
Crawley
?
Some
devilled
kidneys
and
a
herring
--
let
's
say
.
And
,
Clay
,
lay
out
some
dressing
things
for
the
Colonel
:
we
were
always
pretty
much
of
a
size
,
Rawdon
,
my
boy
,
and
neither
of
us
ride
so
light
as
we
did
when
we
first
entered
the
corps
.
"
With
which
,
and
leaving
the
Colonel
to
dress
himself
,
Macmurdo
turned
round
towards
the
wall
,
and
resumed
the
perusal
of
Bell
's
Life
,
until
such
time
as
his
friend
's
toilette
was
complete
and
he
was
at
liberty
to
commence
his
own
.
This
,
as
he
was
about
to
meet
a
lord
,
Captain
Macmurdo
performed
with
particular
care
.
He
waxed
his
mustachios
into
a
state
of
brilliant
polish
and
put
on
a
tight
cravat
and
a
trim
buff
waistcoat
,
so
that
all
the
young
officers
in
the
mess-room
,
whither
Crawley
had
preceded
his
friend
,
complimented
Mac
on
his
appearance
at
breakfast
and
asked
if
he
was
going
to
be
married
that
Sunday
.
Becky
did
not
rally
from
the
state
of
stupor
and
confusion
in
which
the
events
of
the
previous
night
had
plunged
her
intrepid
spirit
until
the
bells
of
the
Curzon
Street
Chapels
were
ringing
for
afternoon
service
,
and
rising
from
her
bed
she
began
to
ply
her
own
bell
,
in
order
to
summon
the
French
maid
who
had
left
her
some
hours
before
.
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
rang
many
times
in
vain
;
and
though
,
on
the
last
occasion
,
she
rang
with
such
vehemence
as
to
pull
down
the
bell-rope
,
Mademoiselle
Fifine
did
not
make
her
appearance
--
no
,
not
though
her
mistress
,
in
a
great
pet
,
and
with
the
bell-rope
in
her
hand
,
came
out
to
the
landing-place
with
her
hair
over
her
shoulders
and
screamed
out
repeatedly
for
her
attendant
.
The
truth
is
,
she
had
quitted
the
premises
for
many
hours
,
and
upon
that
permission
which
is
called
French
leave
among
us
After
picking
up
the
trinkets
in
the
drawing-room
,
Mademoiselle
had
ascended
to
her
own
apartments
,
packed
and
corded
her
own
boxes
there
,
tripped
out
and
called
a
cab
for
herself
,
brought
down
her
trunks
with
her
own
hand
,
and
without
ever
so
much
as
asking
the
aid
of
any
of
the
other
servants
,
who
would
probably
have
refused
it
,
as
they
hated
her
cordially
,
and
without
wishing
any
one
of
them
good-bye
,
had
made
her
exit
from
Curzon
Street
.
The
game
,
in
her
opinion
,
was
over
in
that
little
domestic
establishment
.
Fifine
went
off
in
a
cab
,
as
we
have
known
more
exalted
persons
of
her
nation
to
do
under
similar
circumstances
:
but
,
more
provident
or
lucky
than
these
,
she
secured
not
only
her
own
property
,
but
some
of
her
mistress
's
(
if
indeed
that
lady
could
be
said
to
have
any
property
at
all
)
--
and
not
only
carried
off
the
trinkets
before
alluded
to
,
and
some
favourite
dresses
on
which
she
had
long
kept
her
eye
,
but
four
richly
gilt
Louis
Quatorze
candlesticks
,
six
gilt
albums
,
keepsakes
,
and
Books
of
Beauty
,
a
gold
enamelled
snuff-box
which
had
once
belonged
to
Madame
du
Barri
,
and
the
sweetest
little
inkstand
and
mother-of-pearl
blotting
book
,
which
Becky
used
when
she
composed
her
charming
little
pink
notes
,
had
vanished
from
the
premises
in
Curzon
Street
together
with
Mademoiselle
Fifine
,
and
all
the
silver
laid
on
the
table
for
the
little
festin
which
Rawdon
interrupted
.
The
plated
ware
Mademoiselle
left
behind
her
was
too
cumbrous
,
probably
for
which
reason
,
no
doubt
,
she
also
left
the
fire
irons
,
the
chimney-glasses
,
and
the
rosewood
cottage
piano
.
