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"
That
we
will
,
"
said
the
young
nobleman
on
the
bed
;
and
this
colloquy
Jos
overheard
,
though
he
did
not
comprehend
it
,
for
the
reason
that
he
had
never
studied
the
language
in
which
it
was
carried
on
.
"
Newmero
kattervang
dooze
,
si
vous
plait
,
"
Jos
said
in
his
grandest
manner
,
when
he
was
able
to
speak
.
"
Quater
fang
tooce
!
"
said
the
student
,
starting
up
,
and
he
bounced
into
his
own
room
,
where
he
locked
the
door
,
and
where
Jos
heard
him
laughing
with
his
comrade
on
the
bed
.
The
gentleman
from
Bengal
was
standing
,
disconcerted
by
this
incident
,
when
the
door
of
the
92
opened
of
itself
and
Becky
's
little
head
peeped
out
full
of
archness
and
mischief
.
She
lighted
on
Jos.
"
It
's
you
,
"
she
said
,
coming
out
.
"
How
I
have
been
waiting
for
you
!
Stop
!
not
yet
--
in
one
minute
you
shall
come
in
.
"
In
that
instant
she
put
a
rouge-pot
,
a
brandy
bottle
,
and
a
plate
of
broken
meat
into
the
bed
,
gave
one
smooth
to
her
hair
,
and
finally
let
in
her
visitor
.
She
had
,
by
way
of
morning
robe
,
a
pink
domino
,
a
trifle
faded
and
soiled
,
and
marked
here
and
there
with
pomaturn
;
but
her
arms
shone
out
from
the
loose
sleeves
of
the
dress
very
white
and
fair
,
and
it
was
tied
round
her
little
waist
so
as
not
ill
to
set
off
the
trim
little
figure
of
the
wearer
.
She
led
Jos
by
the
hand
into
her
garret
.
"
Come
in
,
"
she
said
.
"
Come
and
talk
to
me
.
Sit
yonder
on
the
chair
"
;
and
she
gave
the
civilian
's
hand
a
little
squeeze
and
laughingly
placed
him
upon
it
.
As
for
herself
,
she
placed
herself
on
the
bed
--
not
on
the
bottle
and
plate
,
you
may
be
sure
--
on
which
Jos
might
have
reposed
,
had
he
chosen
that
seat
;
and
so
there
she
sat
and
talked
with
her
old
admirer
.
"
How
little
years
have
changed
you
,
"
she
said
with
a
look
of
tender
interest
.
"
I
should
have
known
you
anywhere
.
What
a
comfort
it
is
amongst
strangers
to
see
once
more
the
frank
honest
face
of
an
old
friend
!
"
The
frank
honest
face
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
at
this
moment
bore
any
expression
but
one
of
openness
and
honesty
:
it
was
,
on
the
contrary
,
much
perturbed
and
puzzled
in
look
.
Jos
was
surveying
the
queer
little
apartment
in
which
he
found
his
old
flame
.
One
of
her
gowns
hung
over
the
bed
,
another
depending
from
a
hook
of
the
door
;
her
bonnet
obscured
half
the
looking-glass
,
on
which
,
too
,
lay
the
prettiest
little
pair
of
bronze
boots
;
a
French
novel
was
on
the
table
by
the
bedside
,
with
a
candle
,
not
of
wax
.
Becky
thought
of
popping
that
into
the
bed
too
,
but
she
only
put
in
the
little
paper
night-cap
with
which
she
had
put
the
candle
out
on
going
to
sleep
.
"
I
should
have
known
you
anywhere
,
"
she
continued
;
"
a
woman
never
forgets
some
things
.
And
you
were
the
first
man
I
ever
--
I
ever
saw
.
"
"
Was
I
really
?
"
said
Jos.
"
God
bless
my
soul
,
you
--
you
do
n't
say
so
.
"
"
When
I
came
with
your
sister
from
Chiswick
,
I
was
scarcely
more
than
a
child
,
"
Becky
said
.
