It was after this visit that Becky, who had paid her weekly bills,

Becky who had made herself agreeable to everybody in the house, who

smiled at the landlady, called the waiters "monsieur," and paid the

chambermaids in politeness and apologies, what far more than

compensated for a little niggardliness in point of money (of which

Becky never was free), that Becky, we say, received a notice to quit

from the landlord, who had been told by some one that she was quite an

unfit person to have at his hotel, where English ladies would not sit

down with her. And she was forced to fly into lodgings of which the

dulness and solitude were most wearisome to her.

Still she held up, in spite of these rebuffs, and tried to make a

character for herself and conquer scandal. She went to church very

regularly and sang louder than anybody there. She took up the cause of

the widows of the shipwrecked fishermen, and gave work and drawings for

the Quashyboo Mission; she subscribed to the Assembly and WOULDN'T

waltz. In a word, she did everything that was respectable, and that is

why we dwell upon this part of her career with more fondness than upon

subsequent parts of her history, which are not so pleasant. She saw

people avoiding her, and still laboriously smiled upon them; you never

could suppose from her countenance what pangs of humiliation she might

be enduring inwardly.

Her history was after all a mystery. Parties were divided about her.

Some people who took the trouble to busy themselves in the matter said

that she was the criminal, whilst others vowed that she was as innocent

as a lamb and that her odious husband was in fault. She won over a good

many by bursting into tears about her boy and exhibiting the most

frantic grief when his name was mentioned, or she saw anybody like him.

She gained good Mrs. Alderney's heart in that way, who was rather the

Queen of British Boulogne and gave the most dinners and balls of all

the residents there, by weeping when Master Alderney came from Dr.

Swishtail's academy to pass his holidays with his mother. "He and her

Rawdon were of the same age, and so like," Becky said in a voice

choking with agony; whereas there was five years' difference between

the boys' ages, and no more likeness between them than between my

respected reader and his humble servant. Wenham, when he was going

abroad, on his way to Kissingen to join Lord Steyne, enlightened Mrs.

Alderney on this point and told her how he was much more able to

describe little Rawdon than his mamma, who notoriously hated him and

never saw him; how he was thirteen years old, while little Alderney was

but nine, fair, while the other darling was dark--in a word, caused the

lady in question to repent of her good humour.




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