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Crawley
was
an
angel
,
her
husband
a
ruffian
,
Lord
Steyne
an
unprincipled
wretch
,
as
everybody
knew
,
and
the
whole
case
against
Mrs.
Crawley
an
infamous
and
wicked
conspiracy
of
that
rascal
Wenham
.
"
If
you
were
a
man
of
any
spirit
,
Mr.
Eagles
,
you
would
box
the
wretch
's
ears
the
next
time
you
see
him
at
the
Club
,
"
she
said
to
her
husband
.
But
Eagles
was
only
a
quiet
old
gentleman
,
husband
to
Mrs.
Eagles
,
with
a
taste
for
geology
,
and
not
tall
enough
to
reach
anybody
's
ears
.
The
Eagles
then
patronized
Mrs.
Rawdon
,
took
her
to
live
with
her
at
her
own
house
at
Paris
,
quarrelled
with
the
ambassador
's
wife
because
she
would
not
receive
her
protegee
,
and
did
all
that
lay
in
woman
's
power
to
keep
Becky
straight
in
the
paths
of
virtue
and
good
repute
.
Becky
was
very
respectable
and
orderly
at
first
,
but
the
life
of
humdrum
virtue
grew
utterly
tedious
to
her
before
long
.
It
was
the
same
routine
every
day
,
the
same
dulness
and
comfort
,
the
same
drive
over
the
same
stupid
Bois
de
Boulogne
,
the
same
company
of
an
evening
,
the
same
Blair
's
Sermon
of
a
Sunday
night
--
the
same
opera
always
being
acted
over
and
over
again
;
Becky
was
dying
of
weariness
,
when
,
luckily
for
her
,
young
Mr.
Eagles
came
from
Cambridge
,
and
his
mother
,
seeing
the
impression
which
her
little
friend
made
upon
him
,
straightway
gave
Becky
warning
.
Then
she
tried
keeping
house
with
a
female
friend
;
then
the
double
menage
began
to
quarrel
and
get
into
debt
.
Then
she
determined
upon
a
boarding-house
existence
and
lived
for
some
time
at
that
famous
mansion
kept
by
Madame
de
Saint
Amour
,
in
the
Rue
Royale
,
at
Paris
,
where
she
began
exercising
her
graces
and
fascinations
upon
the
shabby
dandies
and
fly-blown
beauties
who
frequented
her
landlady
's
salons
.
Becky
loved
society
and
,
indeed
,
could
no
more
exist
without
it
than
an
opium-eater
without
his
dram
,
and
she
was
happy
enough
at
the
period
of
her
boarding-house
life
.
"
The
women
here
are
as
amusing
as
those
in
May
Fair
,
"
she
told
an
old
London
friend
who
met
her
,
"
only
,
their
dresses
are
not
quite
so
fresh
.
The
men
wear
cleaned
gloves
,
and
are
sad
rogues
,
certainly
,
but
they
are
not
worse
than
Jack
This
and
Tom
That
.
The
mistress
of
the
house
is
a
little
vulgar
,
but
I
do
n't
think
she
is
so
vulgar
as
Lady
--
--
--
"
and
here
she
named
the
name
of
a
great
leader
of
fashion
that
I
would
die
rather
than
reveal
.
In
fact
,
when
you
saw
Madame
de
Saint
Amour
's
rooms
lighted
up
of
a
night
,
men
with
plaques
and
cordons
at
the
ecarte
tables
,
and
the
women
at
a
little
distance
,
you
might
fancy
yourself
for
a
while
in
good
society
,
and
that
Madame
was
a
real
Countess
.
Many
people
did
so
fancy
,
and
Becky
was
for
a
while
one
of
the
most
dashing
ladies
of
the
Countess
's
salons
.
But
it
is
probable
that
her
old
creditors
of
1815
found
her
out
and
caused
her
to
leave
Paris
,
for
the
poor
little
woman
was
forced
to
fly
from
the
city
rather
suddenly
,
and
went
thence
to
Brussels
.
How
well
she
remembered
the
place
!
She
grinned
as
she
looked
up
at
the
little
entresol
which
she
had
occupied
,
and
thought
of
the
Bareacres
family
,
bawling
for
horses
and
flight
,
as
their
carriage
stood
in
the
porte-cochere
of
the
hotel
.
She
went
to
Waterloo
and
to
Laeken
,
where
George
Osborne
's
monument
much
struck
her
.
She
made
a
little
sketch
of
it
.
"
That
poor
Cupid
!
"
she
said
;
"
how
dreadfully
he
was
in
love
with
me
,
and
what
a
fool
he
was
!
I
wonder
whether
little
Emmy
is
alive
.
It
was
a
good
little
creature
;
and
that
fat
brother
of
hers
.
I
have
his
funny
fat
picture
still
among
my
papers
.
They
were
kind
simple
people
.
"
At
Brussels
Becky
arrived
,
recommended
by
Madame
de
Saint
Amour
to
her
friend
,
Madame
la
Comtesse
de
Borodino
,
widow
of
Napoleon
's
General
,
the
famous
Count
de
Borodino
,
who
was
left
with
no
resource
by
the
deceased
hero
but
that
of
a
table
d'hote
and
an
ecarte
table
.
Second-rate
dandies
and
roues
,
widow-ladies
who
always
have
a
lawsuit
,
and
very
simple
English
folks
,
who
fancy
they
see
"
Continental
society
"
at
these
houses
,
put
down
their
money
,
or
ate
their
meals
,
at
Madame
de
Borodino
's
tables
.
The
gallant
young
fellows
treated
the
company
round
to
champagne
at
the
table
d'hote
,
rode
out
with
the
women
,
or
hired
horses
on
country
excursions
,
clubbed
money
to
take
boxes
at
the
play
or
the
opera
,
betted
over
the
fair
shoulders
of
the
ladies
at
the
ecarte
tables
,
and
wrote
home
to
their
parents
in
Devonshire
about
their
felicitous
introduction
to
foreign
society
.
Here
,
as
at
Paris
,
Becky
was
a
boarding-house
queen
,
and
ruled
in
select
pensions
.
She
never
refused
the
champagne
,
or
the
bouquets
,
or
the
drives
into
the
country
,
or
the
private
boxes
;
but
what
she
preferred
was
the
ecarte
at
night
--
and
she
played
audaciously
.
First
she
played
only
for
a
little
,
then
for
five-franc
pieces
,
then
for
Napoleons
,
then
for
notes
:
then
she
would
not
be
able
to
pay
her
month
's
pension
:
then
she
borrowed
from
the
young
gentlemen
:
then
she
got
into
cash
again
and
bullied
Madame
de
Borodino
,
whom
she
had
coaxed
and
wheedled
before
:
then
she
was
playing
for
ten
sous
at
a
time
,
and
in
a
dire
state
of
poverty
:
then
her
quarter
's
allowance
would
come
in
,
and
she
would
pay
off
Madame
de
Borodino
's
score
and
would
once
more
take
the
cards
against
Monsieur
de
Rossignol
,
or
the
Chevalier
de
Raff
.
When
Becky
left
Brussels
,
the
sad
truth
is
that
she
owed
three
months
'
pension
to
Madame
de
Borodino
,
of
which
fact
,
and
of
the
gambling
,
and
of
the
drinking
,
and
of
the
going
down
on
her
knees
to
the
Reverend
Mr.
Muff
,
Ministre
Anglican
,
and
borrowing
money
of
him
,
and
of
her
coaxing
and
flirting
with
Milor
Noodle
,
son
of
Sir
Noodle
,
pupil
of
the
Rev.
Mr.
Muff
,
whom
she
used
to
take
into
her
private
room
,
and
of
whom
she
won
large
sums
at
ecarte
--
of
which
fact
,
I
say
,
and
of
a
hundred
of
her
other
knaveries
,
the
Countess
de
Borodino
informs
every
English
person
who
stops
at
her
establishment
,
and
announces
that
Madame
Rawdon
was
no
better
than
a
vipere
.
