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At
this
the
servants
burst
into
a
horse
haw-haw
,
in
which
,
however
,
Raggles
,
who
still
kept
a
most
melancholy
countenance
,
did
not
join
.
"
He
ai
n't
a
coming
back
,
"
Mr.
Trotter
resumed
.
"
He
sent
for
his
things
,
and
I
would
n't
let
'em
go
,
although
Mr.
Raggles
would
;
and
I
do
n't
b
'
lieve
he
's
no
more
a
Colonel
than
I
am
.
He
's
hoff
,
and
I
suppose
you
're
a
goin
'
after
him
.
You
're
no
better
than
swindlers
,
both
on
you
.
Do
n't
be
a
bullyin
'
ME
.
I
wo
n't
stand
it
.
Pay
us
our
selleries
,
I
say
.
Pay
us
our
selleries
.
"
It
was
evident
,
from
Mr.
Trotter
's
flushed
countenance
and
defective
intonation
,
that
he
,
too
,
had
had
recourse
to
vinous
stimulus
.
"
Mr.
Raggles
,
"
said
Becky
in
a
passion
of
vexation
,
"
you
will
not
surely
let
me
be
insulted
by
that
drunken
man
?
"
"
Hold
your
noise
,
Trotter
;
do
now
,
"
said
Simpson
the
page
.
He
was
affected
by
his
mistress
's
deplorable
situation
,
and
succeeded
in
preventing
an
outrageous
denial
of
the
epithet
"
drunken
"
on
the
footman
's
part
.
"
Oh
,
M'am
,
"
said
Raggles
,
"
I
never
thought
to
live
to
see
this
year
day
:
I
've
known
the
Crawley
family
ever
since
I
was
born
.
I
lived
butler
with
Miss
Crawley
for
thirty
years
;
and
I
little
thought
one
of
that
family
was
a
goin
'
to
ruing
me
--
yes
,
ruing
me
"
--
said
the
poor
fellow
with
tears
in
his
eyes
.
"
Har
you
a
goin
'
to
pay
me
?
You
've
lived
in
this
'
ouse
four
year
.
You
've
'
ad
my
substance
:
my
plate
and
linning
.
You
ho
me
a
milk
and
butter
bill
of
two
'
undred
pound
,
you
must
'
ave
noo
laid
heggs
for
your
homlets
,
and
cream
for
your
spanil
dog
.
"
"
She
did
n't
care
what
her
own
flesh
and
blood
had
,
"
interposed
the
cook
.
"
Many
's
the
time
,
he
'd
have
starved
but
for
me
.
"
"
He
's
a
charaty-boy
now
,
Cooky
,
"
said
Mr.
Trotter
,
with
a
drunken
"
ha
!
ha
!
"
--
and
honest
Raggles
continued
,
in
a
lamentable
tone
,
an
enumeration
of
his
griefs
.
All
he
said
was
true
.
Becky
and
her
husband
had
ruined
him
.
He
had
bills
coming
due
next
week
and
no
means
to
meet
them
.
He
would
be
sold
up
and
turned
out
of
his
shop
and
his
house
,
because
he
had
trusted
to
the
Crawley
family
.
His
tears
and
lamentations
made
Becky
more
peevish
than
ever
.
"
You
all
seem
to
be
against
me
,
"
she
said
bitterly
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
I
ca
n't
pay
you
on
Sunday
.
Come
back
to-morrow
and
I
'll
pay
you
everything
.
I
thought
Colonel
Crawley
had
settled
with
you
.
He
will
to-morrow
.
I
declare
to
you
upon
my
honour
that
he
left
home
this
morning
with
fifteen
hundred
pounds
in
his
pocket-book
.
He
has
left
me
nothing
.
Apply
to
him
.
Give
me
a
bonnet
and
shawl
and
let
me
go
out
and
find
him
.
There
was
a
difference
between
us
this
morning
.
You
all
seem
to
know
it
.
I
promise
you
upon
my
word
that
you
shall
all
be
paid
.
He
has
got
a
good
appointment
.
Let
me
go
out
and
find
him
.
"
This
audacious
statement
caused
Raggles
and
the
other
personages
present
to
look
at
one
another
with
a
wild
surprise
,
and
with
it
Rebecca
left
them
.
She
went
upstairs
and
dressed
herself
this
time
without
the
aid
of
her
French
maid
.
She
went
into
Rawdon
's
room
,
and
there
saw
that
a
trunk
and
bag
were
packed
ready
for
removal
,
with
a
pencil
direction
that
they
should
be
given
when
called
for
;
then
she
went
into
the
Frenchwoman
's
garret
;
everything
was
clean
,
and
all
the
drawers
emptied
there
.
She
bethought
herself
of
the
trinkets
which
had
been
left
on
the
ground
and
felt
certain
that
the
woman
had
fled
.
"
Good
Heavens
!
was
ever
such
ill
luck
as
mine
?
"
she
said
;
"
to
be
so
near
,
and
to
lose
all
.
Is
it
all
too
late
?
"
No
;
there
was
one
chance
more
.
She
dressed
herself
and
went
away
unmolested
this
time
,
but
alone
.
It
was
four
o'clock
.
She
went
swiftly
down
the
streets
(
she
had
no
money
to
pay
for
a
carriage
)
,
and
never
stopped
until
she
came
to
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
's
door
,
in
Great
Gaunt
Street
.
Where
was
Lady
Jane
Crawley
?
She
was
at
church
.
Becky
was
not
sorry
.
Sir
Pitt
was
in
his
study
,
and
had
given
orders
not
to
be
disturbed
--
she
must
see
him
--
she
slipped
by
the
sentinel
in
livery
at
once
,
and
was
in
Sir
Pitt
's
room
before
the
astonished
Baronet
had
even
laid
down
the
paper
.
