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So
our
little
wanderer
went
about
setting
up
her
tent
in
various
cities
of
Europe
,
as
restless
as
Ulysses
or
Bampfylde
Moore
Carew
.
Her
taste
for
disrespectability
grew
more
and
more
remarkable
.
She
became
a
perfect
Bohemian
ere
long
,
herding
with
people
whom
it
would
make
your
hair
stand
on
end
to
meet
.
There
is
no
town
of
any
mark
in
Europe
but
it
has
its
little
colony
of
English
raffs
--
men
whose
names
Mr.
Hemp
the
officer
reads
out
periodically
at
the
Sheriffs
'
Court
--
young
gentlemen
of
very
good
family
often
,
only
that
the
latter
disowns
them
;
frequenters
of
billiard-rooms
and
estaminets
,
patrons
of
foreign
races
and
gaming-tables
.
They
people
the
debtors
'
prisons
--
they
drink
and
swagger
--
they
fight
and
brawl
--
they
run
away
without
paying
--
they
have
duels
with
French
and
German
officers
--
they
cheat
Mr.
Spooney
at
ecarte
--
they
get
the
money
and
drive
off
to
Baden
in
magnificent
britzkas
--
they
try
their
infallible
martingale
and
lurk
about
the
tables
with
empty
pockets
,
shabby
bullies
,
penniless
bucks
,
until
they
can
swindle
a
Jew
banker
with
a
sham
bill
of
exchange
,
or
find
another
Mr.
Spooney
to
rob
.
The
alternations
of
splendour
and
misery
which
these
people
undergo
are
very
queer
to
view
.
Their
life
must
be
one
of
great
excitement
.
Becky
--
must
it
be
owned
?
--
took
to
this
life
,
and
took
to
it
not
unkindly
.
She
went
about
from
town
to
town
among
these
Bohemians
.
The
lucky
Mrs.
Rawdon
was
known
at
every
play-table
in
Germany
.
She
and
Madame
de
Cruchecassee
kept
house
at
Florence
together
.
It
is
said
she
was
ordered
out
of
Munich
,
and
my
friend
Mr.
Frederick
Pigeon
avers
that
it
was
at
her
house
at
Lausanne
that
he
was
hocussed
at
supper
and
lost
eight
hundred
pounds
to
Major
Loder
and
the
Honourable
Mr.
Deuceace
.
We
are
bound
,
you
see
,
to
give
some
account
of
Becky
's
biography
,
but
of
this
part
,
the
less
,
perhaps
,
that
is
said
the
better
.
They
say
that
,
when
Mrs.
Crawley
was
particularly
down
on
her
luck
,
she
gave
concerts
and
lessons
in
music
here
and
there
.
There
was
a
Madame
de
Raudon
,
who
certainly
had
a
matinee
musicale
at
Wildbad
,
accompanied
by
Herr
Spoff
,
premier
pianist
to
the
Hospodar
of
Wallachia
,
and
my
little
friend
Mr.
Eaves
,
who
knew
everybody
and
had
travelled
everywhere
,
always
used
to
declare
that
he
was
at
Strasburg
in
the
year
1830
,
when
a
certain
Madame
Rebecque
made
her
appearance
in
the
opera
of
the
Dame
Blanche
,
giving
occasion
to
a
furious
row
in
the
theatre
there
.
She
was
hissed
off
the
stage
by
the
audience
,
partly
from
her
own
incompetency
,
but
chiefly
from
the
ill-advised
sympathy
of
some
persons
in
the
parquet
,
(
where
the
officers
of
the
garrison
had
their
admissions
)
;
and
Eaves
was
certain
that
the
unfortunate
debutante
in
question
was
no
other
than
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
.
She
was
,
in
fact
,
no
better
than
a
vagabond
upon
this
earth
.
When
she
got
her
money
she
gambled
;
when
she
had
gambled
it
she
was
put
to
shifts
to
live
;
who
knows
how
or
by
what
means
she
succeeded
?
It
is
said
that
she
was
once
seen
at
St.
Petersburg
,
but
was
summarily
dismissed
from
that
capital
by
the
police
,
so
that
there
can
not
be
any
possibility
of
truth
in
the
report
that
she
was
a
Russian
spy
at
Toplitz
and
Vienna
afterwards
.
I
have
even
been
informed
that
at
Paris
she
discovered
a
relation
of
her
own
,
no
less
a
person
than
her
maternal
grandmother
,
who
was
not
by
any
means
a
Montmorenci
,
but
a
hideous
old
box-opener
at
a
theatre
on
the
Boulevards
.
The
meeting
between
them
,
of
which
other
persons
,
as
it
is
hinted
elsewhere
,
seem
to
have
been
acquainted
,
must
have
been
a
very
affecting
interview
.
The
present
historian
can
give
no
certain
details
regarding
the
event
.
It
happened
at
Rome
once
that
Mrs.
de
Rawdon
's
half-year
's
salary
had
just
been
paid
into
the
principal
banker
's
there
,
and
,
as
everybody
who
had
a
balance
of
above
five
hundred
scudi
was
invited
to
the
balls
which
this
prince
of
merchants
gave
during
the
winter
,
Becky
had
the
honour
of
a
card
,
and
appeared
at
one
of
the
Prince
and
Princess
Polonia
's
splendid
evening
entertainments
.
The
Princess
was
of
the
family
of
Pompili
,
lineally
descended
from
the
second
king
of
Rome
,
and
Egeria
of
the
house
of
Olympus
,
while
the
Prince
's
grandfather
,
Alessandro
Polonia
,
sold
wash-balls
,
essences
,
tobacco
,
and
pocket-handkerchiefs
,
ran
errands
for
gentlemen
,
and
lent
money
in
a
small
way
.
All
the
great
company
in
Rome
thronged
to
his
saloons
--
Princes
,
Dukes
,
Ambassadors
,
artists
,
fiddlers
,
monsignori
,
young
bears
with
their
leaders
--
every
rank
and
condition
of
man
.
His
halls
blazed
with
light
and
magnificence
;
were
resplendent
with
gilt
frames
(
containing
pictures
)
,
and
dubious
antiques
;
and
the
enormous
gilt
crown
and
arms
of
the
princely
owner
,
a
gold
mushroom
on
a
crimson
field
(
the
colour
of
the
pocket-handkerchiefs
which
he
sold
)
,
and
the
silver
fountain
of
the
Pompili
family
shone
all
over
the
roof
,
doors
,
and
panels
of
the
house
,
and
over
the
grand
velvet
baldaquins
prepared
to
receive
Popes
and
Emperors
.
So
Becky
,
who
had
arrived
in
the
diligence
from
Florence
,
and
was
lodged
at
an
inn
in
a
very
modest
way
,
got
a
card
for
Prince
Polonia
's
entertainment
,
and
her
maid
dressed
her
with
unusual
care
,
and
she
went
to
this
fine
ball
leaning
on
the
arm
of
Major
Loder
,
with
whom
she
happened
to
be
travelling
at
the
time
--
(
the
same
man
who
shot
Prince
Ravoli
at
Naples
the
next
year
,
and
was
caned
by
Sir
John
Buckskin
for
carrying
four
kings
in
his
hat
besides
those
which
he
used
in
playing
at
ecarte
)
--
and
this
pair
went
into
the
rooms
together
,
and
Becky
saw
a
number
of
old
faces
which
she
remembered
in
happier
days
,
when
she
was
not
innocent
,
but
not
found
out
.
Major
Loder
knew
a
great
number
of
foreigners
,
keen-looking
whiskered
men
with
dirty
striped
ribbons
in
their
buttonholes
,
and
a
very
small
display
of
linen
;
but
his
own
countrymen
,
it
might
be
remarked
,
eschewed
the
Major
.
Becky
,
too
,
knew
some
ladies
here
and
there
--
French
widows
,
dubious
Italian
countesses
,
whose
husbands
had
treated
them
ill
--
faugh
--
what
shall
we
say
,
we
who
have
moved
among
some
of
the
finest
company
of
Vanity
Fair
,
of
this
refuse
and
sediment
of
rascals
?
If
we
play
,
let
it
be
with
clean
cards
,
and
not
with
this
dirty
pack
.
But
every
man
who
has
formed
one
of
the
innumerable
army
of
travellers
has
seen
these
marauding
irregulars
hanging
on
,
like
Nym
and
Pistol
,
to
the
main
force
,
wearing
the
king
's
colours
and
boasting
of
his
commission
,
but
pillaging
for
themselves
,
and
occasionally
gibbeted
by
the
roadside
.
