He used to take him out of mornings when they would go to the stables

together and to the park. Little Lord Southdown, the best-natured of

men, who would make you a present of the hat from his head, and whose

main occupation in life was to buy knick-knacks that he might give them

away afterwards, bought the little chap a pony not much bigger than a

large rat, the donor said, and on this little black Shetland pygmy

young Rawdon's great father was pleased to mount the boy, and to walk

by his side in the park. It pleased him to see his old quarters, and

his old fellow-guardsmen at Knightsbridge: he had begun to think of his

bachelorhood with something like regret. The old troopers were glad to

recognize their ancient officer and dandle the little colonel. Colonel

Crawley found dining at mess and with his brother-officers very

pleasant. "Hang it, I ain't clever enough for her--I know it. She

won't miss me," he used to say: and he was right, his wife did not

miss him.

Rebecca was fond of her husband. She was always perfectly good-humoured

and kind to him. She did not even show her scorn much for

him; perhaps she liked him the better for being a fool. He was her

upper servant and maitre d'hotel. He went on her errands; obeyed her

orders without question; drove in the carriage in the ring with her

without repining; took her to the opera-box, solaced himself at his

club during the performance, and came punctually back to fetch her when

due. He would have liked her to be a little fonder of the boy, but

even to that he reconciled himself. "Hang it, you know she's so

clever," he said, "and I'm not literary and that, you know." For, as we

have said before, it requires no great wisdom to be able to win at

cards and billiards, and Rawdon made no pretensions to any other sort

of skill.

When the companion came, his domestic duties became very light. His

wife encouraged him to dine abroad: she would let him off duty at the

opera. "Don't stay and stupefy yourself at home to-night, my dear,"

she would say. "Some men are coming who will only bore you. I would

not ask them, but you know it's for your good, and now I have a

sheep-dog, I need not be afraid to be alone."

"A sheep-dog--a companion! Becky Sharp with a companion! Isn't it

good fun?" thought Mrs. Crawley to herself. The notion tickled hugely

her sense of humour.

One Sunday morning, as Rawdon Crawley, his little son, and the pony

were taking their accustomed walk in the park, they passed by an old

acquaintance of the Colonel's, Corporal Clink, of the regiment, who was

in conversation with a friend, an old gentleman, who held a boy in his

arms about the age of little Rawdon. This other youngster had seized

hold of the Waterloo medal which the Corporal wore, and was examining

it with delight.




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