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A
part
of
them
were
set
aside
by
his
Excellency
for
the
payment
of
certain
outstanding
debts
and
liabilities
,
the
charges
incident
on
his
high
situation
required
considerable
expense
;
finally
,
it
was
found
that
he
could
not
spare
to
his
wife
more
than
three
hundred
pounds
a
year
,
which
he
proposed
to
pay
to
her
on
an
undertaking
that
she
would
never
trouble
him
.
Otherwise
,
scandal
,
separation
,
Doctors
'
Commons
would
ensue
.
But
it
was
Mr.
Wenham
's
business
,
Lord
Steyne
's
business
,
Rawdon
's
,
everybody
's
--
to
get
her
out
of
the
country
,
and
hush
up
a
most
disagreeable
affair
.
She
was
probably
so
much
occupied
in
arranging
these
affairs
of
business
with
her
husband
's
lawyers
that
she
forgot
to
take
any
step
whatever
about
her
son
,
the
little
Rawdon
,
and
did
not
even
once
propose
to
go
and
see
him
.
That
young
gentleman
was
consigned
to
the
entire
guardianship
of
his
aunt
and
uncle
,
the
former
of
whom
had
always
possessed
a
great
share
of
the
child
's
affection
.
His
mamma
wrote
him
a
neat
letter
from
Boulogne
,
when
she
quitted
England
,
in
which
she
requested
him
to
mind
his
book
,
and
said
she
was
going
to
take
a
Continental
tour
,
during
which
she
would
have
the
pleasure
of
writing
to
him
again
.
But
she
never
did
for
a
year
afterwards
,
and
not
,
indeed
,
until
Sir
Pitt
's
only
boy
,
always
sickly
,
died
of
hooping-cough
and
measles
--
then
Rawdon
's
mamma
wrote
the
most
affectionate
composition
to
her
darling
son
,
who
was
made
heir
of
Queen
's
Crawley
by
this
accident
,
and
drawn
more
closely
than
ever
to
the
kind
lady
,
whose
tender
heart
had
already
adopted
him
.
Rawdon
Crawley
,
then
grown
a
tall
,
fine
lad
,
blushed
when
he
got
the
letter
.
"
Oh
,
Aunt
Jane
,
you
are
my
mother
!
"
he
said
;
"
and
not
--
and
not
that
one
.
"
But
he
wrote
back
a
kind
and
respectful
letter
to
Mrs.
Rebecca
,
then
living
at
a
boarding-house
at
Florence
.
But
we
are
advancing
matters
.
Our
darling
Becky
's
first
flight
was
not
very
far
.
She
perched
upon
the
French
coast
at
Boulogne
,
that
refuge
of
so
much
exiled
English
innocence
,
and
there
lived
in
rather
a
genteel
,
widowed
manner
,
with
a
femme
de
chambre
and
a
couple
of
rooms
,
at
an
hotel
.
She
dined
at
the
table
d'hote
,
where
people
thought
her
very
pleasant
,
and
where
she
entertained
her
neighbours
by
stories
of
her
brother
,
Sir
Pitt
,
and
her
great
London
acquaintance
,
talking
that
easy
,
fashionable
slip-slop
which
has
so
much
effect
upon
certain
folks
of
small
breeding
.
She
passed
with
many
of
them
for
a
person
of
importance
;
she
gave
little
tea-parties
in
her
private
room
and
shared
in
the
innocent
amusements
of
the
place
in
sea-bathing
,
and
in
jaunts
in
open
carriages
,
in
strolls
on
the
sands
,
and
in
visits
to
the
play
.
Mrs.
Burjoice
,
the
printer
's
lady
,
who
was
boarding
with
her
family
at
the
hotel
for
the
summer
,
and
to
whom
her
Burjoice
came
of
a
Saturday
and
Sunday
,
voted
her
charming
,
until
that
little
rogue
of
a
Burjoice
began
to
pay
her
too
much
attention
.
But
there
was
nothing
in
the
story
,
only
that
Becky
was
always
affable
,
easy
,
and
good-natured
--
and
with
men
especially
.
Numbers
of
people
were
going
abroad
as
usual
at
the
end
of
the
season
,
and
Becky
had
plenty
of
opportunities
of
finding
out
by
the
behaviour
of
her
acquaintances
of
the
great
London
world
the
opinion
of
"
society
"
as
regarded
her
conduct
.
One
day
it
was
Lady
Partlet
and
her
daughters
whom
Becky
confronted
as
she
was
walking
modestly
on
Boulogne
pier
,
the
cliffs
of
Albion
shining
in
the
distance
across
the
deep
blue
sea
.
Lady
Partlet
marshalled
all
her
daughters
round
her
with
a
sweep
of
her
parasol
and
retreated
from
the
pier
,
darting
savage
glances
at
poor
little
Becky
who
stood
alone
there
.
On
another
day
the
packet
came
in
.
It
had
been
blowing
fresh
,
and
it
always
suited
Becky
's
humour
to
see
the
droll
woe-begone
faces
of
the
people
as
they
emerged
from
the
boat
.
Lady
Slingstone
happened
to
be
on
board
this
day
.
Her
ladyship
had
been
exceedingly
ill
in
her
carriage
,
and
was
greatly
exhausted
and
scarcely
fit
to
walk
up
the
plank
from
the
ship
to
the
pier
.
But
all
her
energies
rallied
the
instant
she
saw
Becky
smiling
roguishly
under
a
pink
bonnet
,
and
giving
her
a
glance
of
scorn
such
as
would
have
shrivelled
up
most
women
,
she
walked
into
the
Custom
House
quite
unsupported
.
Becky
only
laughed
:
but
I
do
n't
think
she
liked
it
.
She
felt
she
was
alone
,
quite
alone
,
and
the
far-off
shining
cliffs
of
England
were
impassable
to
her
.
The
behaviour
of
the
men
had
undergone
too
I
do
n't
know
what
change
.
Grinstone
showed
his
teeth
and
laughed
in
her
face
with
a
familiarity
that
was
not
pleasant
.
Little
Bob
Suckling
,
who
was
cap
in
hand
to
her
three
months
before
,
and
would
walk
a
mile
in
the
rain
to
see
for
her
carriage
in
the
line
at
Gaunt
House
,
was
talking
to
Fitzoof
of
the
Guards
(
Lord
Heehaw
's
son
)
one
day
upon
the
jetty
,
as
Becky
took
her
walk
there
.
Little
Bobby
nodded
to
her
over
his
shoulder
,
without
moving
his
hat
,
and
continued
his
conversation
with
the
heir
of
Heehaw
.
Tom
Raikes
tried
to
walk
into
her
sitting-room
at
the
inn
with
a
cigar
in
his
mouth
,
but
she
closed
the
door
upon
him
,
and
would
have
locked
it
,
only
that
his
fingers
were
inside
.
She
began
to
feel
that
she
was
very
lonely
indeed
.
"
If
HE
'D
been
here
,
"
she
said
,
"
those
cowards
would
never
have
dared
to
insult
me
.
"
She
thought
about
"
him
"
with
great
sadness
and
perhaps
longing
--
about
his
honest
,
stupid
,
constant
kindness
and
fidelity
;
his
never-ceasing
obedience
;
his
good
humour
;
his
bravery
and
courage
.
Very
likely
she
cried
,
for
she
was
particularly
lively
,
and
had
put
on
a
little
extra
rouge
,
when
she
came
down
to
dinner
.
She
rouged
regularly
now
;
and
--
and
her
maid
got
Cognac
for
her
besides
that
which
was
charged
in
the
hotel
bill
.
