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Becky
almost
laughed
at
her
simplicity
.
"
Not
to-day
,
love
--
some
other
time
,
when
my
trunks
arrive
from
Leipzig
,
whence
I
came
to
this
place
--
and
a
little
drawing
of
him
,
which
I
made
in
happy
days
.
"
"
Poor
Becky
,
poor
Becky
!
"
said
Emmy
.
"
How
thankful
,
how
thankful
I
ought
to
be
"
;
(
though
I
doubt
whether
that
practice
of
piety
inculcated
upon
us
by
our
womankind
in
early
youth
,
namely
,
to
be
thankful
because
we
are
better
off
than
somebody
else
,
be
a
very
rational
religious
exercise
)
and
then
she
began
to
think
,
as
usual
,
how
her
son
was
the
handsomest
,
the
best
,
and
the
cleverest
boy
in
the
whole
world
.
"
You
will
see
my
Georgy
,
"
was
the
best
thing
Emmy
could
think
of
to
console
Becky
.
If
anything
could
make
her
comfortable
that
would
.
And
so
the
two
women
continued
talking
for
an
hour
or
more
,
during
which
Becky
had
the
opportunity
of
giving
her
new
friend
a
full
and
complete
version
of
her
private
history
.
She
showed
how
her
marriage
with
Rawdon
Crawley
had
always
been
viewed
by
the
family
with
feelings
of
the
utmost
hostility
;
how
her
sister-in-law
(
an
artful
woman
)
had
poisoned
her
husband
's
mind
against
her
;
how
he
had
formed
odious
connections
,
which
had
estranged
his
affections
from
her
:
how
she
had
borne
everything
--
poverty
,
neglect
,
coldness
from
the
being
whom
she
most
loved
--
and
all
for
the
sake
of
her
child
;
how
,
finally
,
and
by
the
most
flagrant
outrage
,
she
had
been
driven
into
demanding
a
separation
from
her
husband
,
when
the
wretch
did
not
scruple
to
ask
that
she
should
sacrifice
her
own
fair
fame
so
that
he
might
procure
advancement
through
the
means
of
a
very
great
and
powerful
but
unprincipled
man
--
the
Marquis
of
Steyne
,
indeed
.
The
atrocious
monster
!
This
part
of
her
eventful
history
Becky
gave
with
the
utmost
feminine
delicacy
and
the
most
indignant
virtue
.
Forced
to
fly
her
husband
's
roof
by
this
insult
,
the
coward
had
pursued
his
revenge
by
taking
her
child
from
her
.
And
thus
Becky
said
she
was
a
wanderer
,
poor
,
unprotected
,
friendless
,
and
wretched
.
Emmy
received
this
story
,
which
was
told
at
some
length
,
as
those
persons
who
are
acquainted
with
her
character
may
imagine
that
she
would
.
She
quivered
with
indignation
at
the
account
of
the
conduct
of
the
miserable
Rawdon
and
the
unprincipled
Steyne
.
Her
eyes
made
notes
of
admiration
for
every
one
of
the
sentences
in
which
Becky
described
the
persecutions
of
her
aristocratic
relatives
and
the
falling
away
of
her
husband
.
(
Becky
did
not
abuse
him
.
She
spoke
rather
in
sorrow
than
in
anger
.
She
had
loved
him
only
too
fondly
:
and
was
he
not
the
father
of
her
boy
?
)
And
as
for
the
separation
scene
from
the
child
,
while
Becky
was
reciting
it
,
Emmy
retired
altogether
behind
her
pocket-handkerchief
,
so
that
the
consummate
little
tragedian
must
have
been
charmed
to
see
the
effect
which
her
performance
produced
on
her
audience
.
Whilst
the
ladies
were
carrying
on
their
conversation
,
Amelia
's
constant
escort
,
the
Major
(
who
,
of
course
,
did
not
wish
to
interrupt
their
conference
,
and
found
himself
rather
tired
of
creaking
about
the
narrow
stair
passage
of
which
the
roof
brushed
the
nap
from
his
hat
)
descended
to
the
ground-floor
of
the
house
and
into
the
great
room
common
to
all
the
frequenters
of
the
Elephant
,
out
of
which
the
stair
led
.
This
apartment
is
always
in
a
fume
of
smoke
and
liberally
sprinkled
with
beer
.
On
a
dirty
table
stand
scores
of
corresponding
brass
candlesticks
with
tallow
candles
for
the
lodgers
,
whose
keys
hang
up
in
rows
over
the
candles
.
Emmy
had
passed
blushing
through
the
room
anon
,
where
all
sorts
of
people
were
collected
;
Tyrolese
glove-sellers
and
Danubian
linen-merchants
,
with
their
packs
;
students
recruiting
themselves
with
butterbrods
and
meat
;
idlers
,
playing
cards
or
dominoes
on
the
sloppy
,
beery
tables
;
tumblers
refreshing
during
the
cessation
of
their
performances
--
in
a
word
,
all
the
fumum
and
strepitus
of
a
German
inn
in
fair
time
.
The
waiter
brought
the
Major
a
mug
of
beer
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
and
he
took
out
a
cigar
and
amused
himself
with
that
pernicious
vegetable
and
a
newspaper
until
his
charge
should
come
down
to
claim
him
.
Max
and
Fritz
came
presently
downstairs
,
their
caps
on
one
side
,
their
spurs
jingling
,
their
pipes
splendid
with
coats
of
arms
and
full-blown
tassels
,
and
they
hung
up
the
key
of
No.
90
on
the
board
and
called
for
the
ration
of
butterbrod
and
beer
.
The
pair
sat
down
by
the
Major
and
fell
into
a
conversation
of
which
he
could
not
help
hearing
somewhat
.
It
was
mainly
about
"
Fuchs
"
and
"
Philister
,
"
and
duels
and
drinking-bouts
at
the
neighbouring
University
of
Schoppenhausen
,
from
which
renowned
seat
of
learning
they
had
just
come
in
the
Eilwagen
,
with
Becky
,
as
it
appeared
,
by
their
side
,
and
in
order
to
be
present
at
the
bridal
fetes
at
Pumpernickel
.
"
The
title
Englanderinn
seems
to
be
en
bays
de
gonnoisance
,
"
said
Max
,
who
knew
the
French
language
,
to
Fritz
,
his
comrade
.
"
After
the
fat
grandfather
went
away
,
there
came
a
pretty
little
compatriot
.
