will　tell　Chawles　his　notions　about　you　over　their　pipes
  and　pewter　beer…pots。　　Some　people　ought　to　have　mutes
  for　servants　in　Vanity　Fairmutes　who　could　not　write。
  If　you　are　guilty；　tremble。　　That　fellow　behind　your　chair
  may　be　a　Janissary　with　a　bow…string　in　his　plush　breeches
  pocket。　　If　you　are　not　guilty；　have　a　care　of
  appearances；　which　are　as　ruinous　as　guilt。
  〃Was　Rebecca　guilty　or　not？〃　the　Vehmgericht　of　tho
  servants'　hall　had　pronounced　against　her。
  And；　I　shame　to　say；　she　would　not　have　got　credit
  had　they　not　believed　her　to　be　guilty。　　It　was　the　sight　of
  the　Marquis　of　Steyne's　carriage…lamps　at　her　door；
  contemplated　by　Raggles；　burning　in　the　blackness　of
  midnight；　〃that　kep　him　up；〃　as　he　afterwards　said；　that
  even　more　than　Rebecca's　arts　and　coaxings。
  And　soguiltless　very　likelyshe　was　writhing　and
  pushing　onward　towards　what　they　call　〃a　position　in
  society；〃　and　the　servants　were　pointing　at　her　as　lost
  and　ruined。　　So　you　see　Molly；　the　housemaid；　of　a　morning；
  watching　a　spider　in　the　doorpost　lay　his　thread　and
  laboriously　crawl　up　it；　until；　tired　of　the　sport；　she
  raises　her　broom　and　sweeps　away　the　thread　and　the
  artificer。
  A　day　or　two　before　Christmas；　Becky；　her　husband
  and　her　son　made　ready　and　went　to　pass　the　holidays
  at　the　seat　of　their　ancestors　at　Queen's　Crawley。　　Becky
  would　have　liked　to　leave　the　little　brat　behind；　and
  would　have　done　so　but　for　Lady　Jane's　urgent　invitations
  to　the　youngster；　and　the　symptoms　of　revolt　and
  discontent　which　Rawdon　manifested　at　her　neglect　of　her
  son。　　〃He's　the　finest　boy　in　England；〃　the　father　said　in　a
  tone　of　reproach　to　her；　〃and　you　don't　seem　to　care　for
  him；　Becky；　as　much　as　you　do　for　your　spaniel。　　He
  shan't　bother　you　much；　at　home　he　will　be　away　from
  you　in　the　nursery；　and　he　shall　go　outside　on　the　coach
  with　me。〃
  〃Where　you　go　yourself　because　you　want　to　smoke
  those　filthy　cigars；〃　replied　Mrs。　Rawdon。
  〃I　remember　when　you　liked　'em　though；〃　answered　the
  husband。
  Becky　laughed；　she　was　almost　always　good…humoured。
  〃That　was　when　I　was　on　my　promotion；　Goosey；〃　she
  said。　　〃Take　Rawdon　outside　with　you　and　give　him　a　cigar
  too　if　you　like。〃
  Rawdon　did　not　warm　his　little　son　for　the　winter's
  journey　in　this　way；　but　he　and　Briggs　wrapped　up　the
  child　in　shawls　and　comforters；　and　he　was　hoisted
  respectfully　onto　the　roof　of　the　coach　in　the。dark　morning；
  under　the　lamps　of　the　White　Horse　Cellar；　and　with
  no　small　delight　he　watched　the　dawn　rise　and　made
  his　first　journey　to　the　place　which　his　father　still　called
  home。　　It　was　a　journey　of　infinite　pleasure　to　the　boy；　to
  whom　the　incidents　of　the　road　afforded　endless　interest；
  his　father　answering　to　him　all　questions　connected　with　it
  and　telling　him　who　lived　in　the　great　white　house　to　the
  right；　and　whom　the　park　belonged　to。　　His　mother；　inside
  the　vehicle；　with　her　maid　and　her　furs；　her　wrappers；　and
  her　scent　bottles；　made　such　a　to…do　that　you　would　have
  thought　she　never　had　been　in　a　stage…coach　before
  much　less；　that　she　had　been　turned　out　of　this　very　one
  to　make　room　for　a　paying　passenger　on　a　certain
  journey　performed　some　half…score　years　ago。
  It　was　dark　again　when　little　Rawdon　was　wakened　up
  to　enter　his　uncle's　carriage　at　Mudbury；　and　he　sat　and
  looked　out　of　it　wondering　as　the　great　iron　gates　flew
  open；　and　at　the　white　trunks　of　the　limes　as　they　swept
  by；　until　they　stopped；　at　length；　before　the　light　windows
  of　the　Hall；　which　were　blazing　and　comfortable　with
  Christmas　welcome。　　The　hall…door　was　flung　opena　big
  fire　was　burning　in　the　great　old　fire…placea　carpet　was
  down　over　the　chequered　black　flags〃It's　the　old　Turkey
  one　that　used　to　be　in　the　Ladies'　Gallery；〃　thought
  Rebecca；　and　the　next　instant　was　kissing　Lady　Jane。
  She　and　Sir　Pitt　performed　the　same　salute　with　great
  gravity；　but　Rawdon；　having　been　smoking；　hung　back
  rather　from　his　sister…in…law；　whose　two　children　came
  up　to　their　cousin；　and；　while　Matilda　held　out　her　hand
  and　kissed　him；　Pitt　Binkie　Southdown；　the　son　and　heir；
  stood　aloof　rather　and　examined　him　as　a　little　dog　does
  a　big　dog。
  Then　the　kind　hostess　conducted　her　guests　to　the　snug
  apartments　blazing　with　cheerful　fires。　　Then　the　young
  ladies　came　and　knocked　at　Mrs。　Rawdon's　door；　under
  the　pretence　that　they　were　desirous　to　be　useful；　but　in
  reality　to　have　the　pleasure　of　inspecting　the　contents　of
  her　band　and　bonnet…boxes；　and　her　dresses　which；　though
  black；　were　of　the　newest　London　fashion。　　And　they　told
  her　how　much　the　Hall　was　changed　for　the　better；　and
  how　old　Lady　Southdown　was　gone；　and　how　Pitt　was
  taking　his　station　in　the　county；　as　became　a　Crawley　in
  fact。　　Then　the　great　dinner…bell　having　rung；　the　family
  assembled　at　dinner；　at　which　meal　Rawdon　Junior　was
  placed　by　his　aunt；　the　good…natured　lady　of　the　house；
  Sir　Pitt　being　uncommonly　attentive　to　his　sister…in…law　at
  his　own　right　hand。
  Little　Rawdon　exhibited　a　fine　appetite　and　showed　a
  gentlemanlike　behaviour。
  〃I　like　to　dine　here；〃　he　said　to　his　aunt　when　he　had
  completed　his　meal；　at　the　conclusion　of　which；　and
  after　a　decent　grace　by　Sir　Pitt；　the　younger　son　and
  heir　was　introduced；　and　was　perched　on　a　high　chair
  by　the　Baronet's　side；　while　the　daughter　took　possession
  of　the　place　and　the　little　wine…glass　prepared　for　her
  near　her　mother。　　〃I　like　to　dine　here；〃　said　Rawdon　Minor；
  looking　up　at　his　relation's　kind　face。
  〃Why？〃　said　the　good　Lady　Jane。
  〃I　dine　in　the　kitchen　when　I　am　at　home；〃　replied
  Rawdon　Minor；　〃or　else　with　Briggs。〃　But　Becky　was　so
  engaged　with　the　Baronet；　her　host；　pouring　out　a　flood　of
  compliments　and　delights　and　raptures；　and　admiring
  young　Pitt　Binkie；　whom　she　declared　to　be　the　most
  beautiful；　intelligent；　noble…looking　little　creature；　and　so
  like　his　father；　that　she　did　not　hear　the　remarks　of　her
  own　flesh　and　blood　at　the　other　end　of　the　broad
  shining　table。
  As　a　guest；　and　it　being　the　first　night　of　his　arrival；
  Rawdon　the　Second　was　allowed　to　sit　up　until　the　hour
  when　tea　being　over；　and　a　great　gilt　book　being　laid　on
  the　table　before　Sir　Pitt；　all　the　domestics　of　the　family
  streamed　in；　and　Sir　Pitt　read　prayers。　　It　was　the　first
  time　the　poor　little　boy　had　ever　witnessed　or　heard　of
  such　a　ceremonial。
  The　house　had　been　much　improved　even　since　the
  Baronet's　brief　reign；　and　was　pronounced　by　Becky　to　be
  perfect；　charming；　delightful；　when　she　surveyed　it　in
  his　company。　　As　for　little　Rawdon；　who　examined　it　with
  the　children　for　his　guides；　it　seemed　to　him　a　perfect
  palace　of　enchantment　and　wonder。　　There　were　long
  galleries；　and　ancient　state　bedrooms；　there　were
  pictures　and　old　China；　and　armour。　　There　were　the　rooms
  in　which　Grandpapa　died；　and　by　which　the　children
  walked　with　terrified　looks。　　〃Who　was　Grandpapa？〃　he
  asked；　and　they　told　him　how　he　used　to　be　very　old；　and
  used　to　be　wheeled　about　in　a　garden…chair；　and　they
  showed　him　the　garden…chair　one　day　rotting　in　the
  out…house　in　which　it　had　lain　since　the　old　gentleman　had
  been　wheeled　away　yonder　to　the　church；　of　which　the
  spire　was　glittering　over　the　park　elms。
  The　brothers　had　good　occupation　for　several　mornings
  in　examining　the　improvements　which　had　been　effected
  by　Sir　Pitt's　genius　and　economy。　　And　as　they　walked
  or　rode；　and　looked　at　them；　they　could　talk　without
  too　much　boring　each　other。　　And　Pitt　took　care　to　tell
  Rawdon　what　a　heavy　outlay　of　money　these　improvements
  had　occasioned；　and　that　a　man　of　landed　and　funded
  property　was　often　very　hard　pressed　for　twenty　pounds。
  〃There　is　that　new　lodge…gate；〃　said　Pitt；　pointing　to
  it　humbly　with　the　bamboo　cane；　〃I　can　no　more　pay　for　it
  before　the　dividends　in　January　than　I　can　fly。〃
  〃I　can　lend　you；　Pitt；　till　then；〃　Rawdon　answered　rather
  ruefully；　and　they　went　in　and　looked　at　the　restored　lodge；
  where　the　family　arms　were　just　new　scraped　in　stone；
  and　where　old　Mrs。　Lock；　for　the　first　time　these　many
  long　years；　had　tight　doors；　sound　roofs；　and　whole
  windows。
  CHAPTER　XLV
  Between　Hampshire　and　London
  Sir　Pitt　Crawley　had　done　more　than　repair　fences　and
  restore　dilapidated　lodges　on　the　Queen's　Crawley　estate。
  Like　a　wise　man　he　had　set　to　work　to　rebuild　the
  injured　popularity　of　his　house　and　stop　up　the　gaps　and
  ruins　in　which　his　name　had　been　left　by　his　disreputable
  and　thriftless　old　predecessor。　　He　was　elected　for　the
  borough　speedily　after　his　father's　demise；　a　magistrate；
  a　member　of　parliament；　a　county　magnate　and　representative
  of　an　ancient　family；　he　made　it　his　duty　to　show
  himself　before　the　Hampshire　public；　subscribed
  handsomely　to　the　county　charities；　called　assiduously　upon
  all　the　county　folk；　and　laid　himself　out　in　a　word　to　take
  that　position　in　Hampshire；　and　in　the　Empire　afterwards；
  to　which　he　thought　his　prodigious　talents　justly
  entitled　him。　　Lady　Jane　was　instructed　to　be　friendly　with
  the　Fuddlestones；　and　the　Wapshots；　and　the　other
  famous　baronets；　their　neighbours。　　Their　carriages　might
  frequently　be　seen　in　the　Queen's　Crawley　avenue　now；
  they　dined　pretty　frequently　at　the　Hall　（where　the　cookery
  was　so　good　that　it　was