She did not know how much care, thought, and genius Mrs. Rawdon had

bestowed upon that garment. Rebecca had as good taste as any milliner

in Europe, and such a clever way of doing things as Lady Jane little

understood. The latter quickly spied out the magnificence of the

brocade of Becky's train, and the splendour of the lace on her dress.

The brocade was an old remnant, Becky said; and as for the lace, it was

a great bargain. She had had it these hundred years.

"My dear Mrs. Crawley, it must have cost a little fortune," Lady Jane

said, looking down at her own lace, which was not nearly so good; and

then examining the quality of the ancient brocade which formed the

material of Mrs. Rawdon's Court dress, she felt inclined to say that

she could not afford such fine clothing, but checked that speech, with

an effort, as one uncharitable to her kinswoman.

And yet, if Lady Jane had known all, I think even her kindly temper

would have failed her. The fact is, when she was putting Sir Pitt's

house in order, Mrs. Rawdon had found the lace and the brocade in old

wardrobes, the property of the former ladies of the house, and had

quietly carried the goods home, and had suited them to her own little

person. Briggs saw her take them, asked no questions, told no stories;

but I believe quite sympathised with her on this matter, and so would

many another honest woman.

And the diamonds--"Where the doose did you get the diamonds, Becky?"

said her husband, admiring some jewels which he had never seen before

and which sparkled in her ears and on her neck with brilliance and

profusion.

Becky blushed a little and looked at him hard for a moment. Pitt

Crawley blushed a little too, and looked out of window. The fact is,

he had given her a very small portion of the brilliants; a pretty

diamond clasp, which confined a pearl necklace which she wore--and the

Baronet had omitted to mention the circumstance to his lady.

Becky looked at her husband, and then at Sir Pitt, with an air of saucy

triumph--as much as to say, "Shall I betray you?"

"Guess!" she said to her husband. "Why, you silly man," she continued,

"where do you suppose I got them?--all except the little clasp, which a

dear friend of mine gave me long ago. I hired them, to be sure. I

hired them at Mr. Polonius's, in Coventry Street. You don't suppose

that all the diamonds which go to Court belong to the wearers; like

those beautiful stones which Lady Jane has, and which are much

handsomer than any which I have, I am certain."

"They are family jewels," said Sir Pitt, again looking uneasy. And in

this family conversation the carriage rolled down the street, until its

cargo was finally discharged at the gates of the palace where the

Sovereign was sitting in state.




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