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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 darkin a word； caused the lady in question to
repent of her good humour。
Whenever Becky made a little circle for herself with
incredible toils and labour； somebody came and swept it
down rudely； and she had all her work to begin over
again。 It was very hard； very hard； lonely and
disheartening。
There was Mrs。 Newbright； who took her up for some
time； attracted by the sweetness of her singing at church
and by her proper views upon serious subjects； concerning
which in former days； at Queen's Crawley； Mrs。
Becky had had a good deal of instruction。 Well； she not
only took tracts； but she read them。 She worked flannel
petticoats for the Quashybooscotton night…caps for the
Cocoanut Indianspainted handscreens for the
conversion of the Pope and the Jewssat under Mr。 Rowls
on Wednesdays； Mr。 Huggleton on Thursdays； attended
two Sunday services at church； besides Mr。 Bawler； the
Darbyite； in the evening； and all in vain。 Mrs。 Newbright
had occasion to correspond with the Countess of Southdown
about the Warmingpan Fund for the Fiji
Islanders （for the management of which admirable
charity both these ladies formed part of a female committee）；
and having mentioned her 〃sweet friend；〃 Mrs。 Rawdon
Crawley； the Dowager Countess wrote back such a
letter regarding Becky； with such particulars； hints； facts；
falsehoods； and general comminations； that intimacy
between Mrs。 Newbright and Mrs。 Crawley ceased forthwith；
and all the serious world of Tours； where this misfortune
took place； immediately parted company with the
reprobate。 Those who know the English Colonies abroad
know that we carry with us us our pride； pills； prejudices；
Harvey…sauces； cayenne…peppers； and other Lares；
making a little Britain wherever we settle down。
From one colony to another Becky fled uneasily。 From
Boulogne to Dieppe； from Dieppe to Caen； from Caen
to Tourstrying with all her might to be respectable；
and alas！ always found out some day or other and
pecked out of the cage by the real daws。
Mrs。 Hook Eagles took her up at one of these places
a woman without a blemish in her character and a house
in Portman Square。 She was staying at the hotel at Dieppe；
whither Becky fled； and they made each other's acquaintance
first at sea； where they were swimming together；
and subsequently at the table d'hote of the hotel。 Mrs
Eagles had heardwho indeed had not？some of the
scandal of the Steyne affair； but after a conversation
with Becky； she pronounced that Mrs。 Crawley was an
angel； her husband a ruffian； Lord Steyne an
unprincipled wretch； as everybody knew； and the whole case
against Mrs。 Crawley an infamous and wicked conspiracy
of that rascal Wenham。 〃If you were a man of
any spirit； Mr。 Eagles； you would box the wretch's ears
the next time you see him at the Club；〃 she said to her
husband。 But Eagles was only a quiet old gentleman；
husband to Mrs。 Eagles； with a taste for geology； and not tall
enough to reach anybody's ears。
The Eagles then patronized Mrs。 Rawdon； took her to
live with her at her own house at Paris； quarrelled with
the ambassador's wife because she would not receive her
protegee； and did all that lay in woman's power to keep
Becky straight in the paths of virtue and good repute。
Becky was very respectable and orderly at first； but
the life of humdrum virtue grew utterly tedious to her
before long。 It was the same routine every day； the same
dulness and comfort； the same drive over the same
stupid Bois de Boulogne； the same company of an
evening； the same Blair's Sermon of a Sunday nightthe
same opera always being acted over and over again；
Becky was dying of weariness； when； luckily for her；
young Mr。 Eagles came from Cambridge； and his mother；
seeing the impression which her little friend made upon
him； straightway gave Becky warning。
Then she tried keeping house with a female friend；
then the double menage began to quarrel and get into
debt。 Then she determined upon a boarding…house existence
and lived for some time at that famous mansion
kept by Madame de Saint Amour； in the Rue Royale； at
Paris； where she began exercising her graces and
fascinations upon the shabby dandies and fly…blown beauties
who frequented her landlady's salons。 Becky loved
society and； indeed； could no more exist without it than an
opium…eater without his dram； and she was happy
enough at the period of her boarding…house life。 〃The
women here are as amusing as those in May Fair；〃 she
told an old London friend who met her； 〃only； their
dresses are not quite so fresh。 The men wear cleaned
gloves； and are sad rogues； certainly； but they are not
worse than Jack This and Tom That。 The mistress of the
house is a little vulgar； but I don't think she is so vulgar
as Lady 〃 and here she named the name of a
great leader of fashion that I would die rather than
reveal。 In fact； when you saw Madame de Saint Amour's
rooms lighted up of a night； men with plaques and
cordons at the ecarte tables； and the women at a little
distance； you might fancy yourself for a while in good
society； and that Madame was a real Countess。 Many
people did so fancy； and Becky was for a while one of the
most dashing ladies of the Countess's salons。
But it is probable that her old creditors of 1815 found
her out and caused her to leave Paris； for the poor little
woman was forced to fly from the city rather suddenly；
and went thence to Brussels。
How well she remembered the place！ She grinned as
she looked up at the little entresol which she had
occupied； and thought of the Bareacres family； bawling
for horses and flight； as their carriage stood in the
porte…cochere of the hotel。 She went to Waterloo and to
Laeken； where George Osborne's monument much
struck her。 She made a little sketch of it。 〃That poor
Cupid！〃 she said； 〃how dreadfully he was in love with
me； and what a fool he was！ I wonder whether little
Emmy is alive。 It was a good little creature； and that
fat brother of hers。 I have his funny fat picture still
among my papers。 They were kind simple people。〃
At Brussels Becky arrived； recommended by Madame
de Saint Amour to her friend； Madame la Comtesse de
Borodino； widow of Napoleon's General； the famous
Count de Borodino； who was left with no resou