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A
lady
very
like
her
subsequently
kept
a
milliner
's
shop
in
the
Rue
du
Helder
at
Paris
,
where
she
lived
with
great
credit
and
enjoyed
the
patronage
of
my
Lord
Steyne
.
This
person
always
spoke
of
England
as
of
the
most
treacherous
country
in
the
world
,
and
stated
to
her
young
pupils
that
she
had
been
affreusement
vole
by
natives
of
that
island
.
It
was
no
doubt
compassion
for
her
misfortunes
which
induced
the
Marquis
of
Steyne
to
be
so
very
kind
to
Madame
de
Saint-Amaranthe
.
May
she
flourish
as
she
deserves
--
she
appears
no
more
in
our
quarter
of
Vanity
Fair
.
Hearing
a
buzz
and
a
stir
below
,
and
indignant
at
the
impudence
of
those
servants
who
would
not
answer
her
summons
,
Mrs.
Crawley
flung
her
morning
robe
round
her
and
descended
majestically
to
the
drawing-room
,
whence
the
noise
proceeded
.
The
cook
was
there
with
blackened
face
,
seated
on
the
beautiful
chintz
sofa
by
the
side
of
Mrs.
Raggles
,
to
whom
she
was
administering
Maraschino
.
The
page
with
the
sugar-loaf
buttons
,
who
carried
about
Becky
's
pink
notes
,
and
jumped
about
her
little
carriage
with
such
alacrity
,
was
now
engaged
putting
his
fingers
into
a
cream
dish
;
the
footman
was
talking
to
Raggles
,
who
had
a
face
full
of
perplexity
and
woe
--
and
yet
,
though
the
door
was
open
,
and
Becky
had
been
screaming
a
half-dozen
of
times
a
few
feet
off
,
not
one
of
her
attendants
had
obeyed
her
call
.
"
Have
a
little
drop
,
do'ee
now
,
Mrs.
Raggles
,
"
the
cook
was
saying
as
Becky
entered
,
the
white
cashmere
dressing-gown
flouncing
around
her
.
"
Simpson
!
Trotter
!
"
the
mistress
of
the
house
cried
in
great
wrath
.
"
How
dare
you
stay
here
when
you
heard
me
call
?
How
dare
you
sit
down
in
my
presence
?
Where
's
my
maid
?
"
The
page
withdrew
his
fingers
from
his
mouth
with
a
momentary
terror
,
but
the
cook
took
off
a
glass
of
Maraschino
,
of
which
Mrs.
Raggles
had
had
enough
,
staring
at
Becky
over
the
little
gilt
glass
as
she
drained
its
contents
.
The
liquor
appeared
to
give
the
odious
rebel
courage
.
"
YOUR
sofy
,
indeed
!
"
Mrs.
Cook
said
.
"
I
'm
a
settin
'
on
Mrs.
Raggles
's
sofy
.
Do
n't
you
stir
,
Mrs.
Raggles
,
Mum
.
I
'm
a
settin
'
on
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Raggles
's
sofy
,
which
they
bought
with
honest
money
,
and
very
dear
it
cost
'em
,
too
.
And
I
'm
thinkin
'
if
I
set
here
until
I
'm
paid
my
wages
,
I
shall
set
a
precious
long
time
,
Mrs.
Raggles
;
and
set
I
will
,
too
--
ha
!
ha
!
"
and
with
this
she
filled
herself
another
glass
of
the
liquor
and
drank
it
with
a
more
hideously
satirical
air
.
"
Trotter
!
Simpson
!
turn
that
drunken
wretch
out
,
"
screamed
Mrs.
Crawley
.
"
I
shaw
n't
,
"
said
Trotter
the
footman
;
"
turn
out
yourself
.
Pay
our
selleries
,
and
turn
me
out
too
.
WE
'LL
go
fast
enough
.
"
"
Are
you
all
here
to
insult
me
?
"
cried
Becky
in
a
fury
;
"
when
Colonel
Crawley
comes
home
I
'll
--
"
