described　the　occurrence　and　how　she　had　been　victimized
  by　Lady　Southdown。　　Lord　Steyne；　and　her　son　in
  London；　had　many　a　laugh　over　the　story　when　Rawdon
  and　his　wife　returned　to　their　quarters　in　May　Fair。　　Becky
  acted　the　whole　scene　for　them。　　She　put　on　a　night…cap
  and　gown。　　She　preached　a　great　sermon　in　the　true　serious
  manner；　she　lectured　on　the　virtue　of　the　medicine
  which　she　pretended　to　administer；　with　a　gravity　of
  imitation　so　perfect　that　you　would　have　thought　it　was
  the　Countess's　own　Roman　nose　through　which　she　snuffled。
  〃Give　us　Lady　Southdown　and　the　black　dose；〃　was
  a　constant　cry　amongst　the　folks　in　Becky's　little
  drawing…room　in　May　Fair。　　And　for　the　first　time　in　her
  life　the　Dowager　Countess　of　Southdown　was　made　amusing。
  Sir　Pitt　remembered　the　testimonies　of　respect　and
  veneration　which　Rebecca　had　paid　personally　to　himself
  in　early　days；　and　was　tolerably　well　disposed　towards
  her。　　The　marriage；　ill…advised　as　it　was；　had　improved
  Rawdon　very　muchthat　was　clear　from　the　Colonel's
  altered　habits　and　demeanourand　had　it　not　been　a
  lucky　union　as　regarded　Pitt　himself？　The　cunning
  diplomatist　smiled　inwardly　as　he　owned　that　he　owed　his
  fortune　to　it；　and　acknowledged　that　he　at　least　ought　not
  to　cry　out　against　it。　　His　satisfaction　was　not　removed
  by　Rebecca's　own　statements；　behaviour；　and
  conversation。
  She　doubled　the　deference　which　before　had　charmed
  him；　calling　out　his　conversational　powers　in　such　a
  manner　as　quite　to　surprise　Pitt　himself；　who；　always
  inclined　to　respect　his　own　talents；　admired　them　the　more
  when　Rebecca　pointed　them　out　to　him。　　With　her
  sister…in…law；　Rebecca　was　satisfactorily　able　to　prove　that　it
  was　Mrs。　Bute　Crawley　who　brought　about　the　marriage
  which　she　afterwards　so　calumniated；　that　it　was　Mrs。
  Bute's　avaricewho　hoped　to　gain　all　Miss　Crawley's
  fortune　and　deprive　Rawdon　of　his　aunt's　favourwhich
  caused　and　invented　all　the　wicked　reports　against
  Rebecca。　　〃She　succeeded　in　making　us　poor；〃　Rebecca
  said　with　an　air　of　angelical　patience；　〃but　how　can　I
  be　angry　with　a　woman　who　has　given　me　one　of　the　best
  husbands　in　the　world？　And　has　not　her　own　avarice
  been　sufficiently　punished　by　the　ruin　of　her　own　hopes　and
  the　loss　of　the　property　by　which　she　set　so　much
  store？　Poor！〃　she　cried。　　〃Dear　Lady　Jane；　what　care　we
  for　poverty？　I　am　used　to　it　from　childhood；　and　I　am
  often　thankful　that　Miss　Crawley's　money　has　gone　to
  restore　the　splendour　of　the　noble　old　family　of　which
  I　am　so　proud　to　be　a　member。　　I　am　sure　Sir　Pitt　will
  make　a　much　better　use　of　it　than　Rawdon　would。〃
  All　these　speeches　were　reported　to　Sir　Pitt　by　the
  most　faithful　of　wives；　and　increased　the　favourable
  impression　which　Rebecca　made；　so　much　so　that　when；
  on　the　third　day　after　the　funeral；　the　family　party　were
  at　dinner；　Sir　Pitt　Crawley；　carving　fowls　at　the　head　of
  the　table；　actually　said　to　Mrs。　Rawdon；　〃Ahem！　　Rebecca；
  may　I　give　you　a　wing？〃a　speech　which　made　the　little
  woman's　eyes　sparkle　with　pleasure。
  While　Rebecca　was　prosecuting　the　above　schemes　and
  hopes；　and　Pitt　Crawley　arranging　the　funeral　ceremonial
  and　other　matters　connected　with　his　future　progress　and
  dignity；　and　Lady　Jane　busy　with　her　nursery；　as　far　as
  her　mother　would　let　her；　and　the　sun　rising　and　setting；
  and　the　clock…tower　bell　of　the　Hall　ringing　to　dinner　and
  to　prayers　as　usual；　the　body　of　the　late　owner　of　Queen's
  Crawley　lay　in　the　apartment　which　he　had　occupied；
  watched　unceasingly　by　the　professional　attendants　who
  were　engaged　for　that　rite。　　A　woman　or　two；　and　three
  or　four　undertaker's　men；　the　best　whom　Southampton
  could　furnish；　dressed　in　black；　and　of　a　proper　stealthy
  and　tragical　demeanour；　had　charge　of　the　remains　which
  they　watched　turn　about；　having　the　housekeeper's　room
  for　their　place　of　rendezvous　when　off　duty；　where　they
  played　at　cards　in　privacy　and　drank　their　beer。
  The　members　of　the　family　and　servants　of　the　house
  kept　away　from　the　gloomy　spot；　where　the　bones　of　the
  descendant　of　an　ancient　line　of　knights　and　gentlemen
  lay；　awaiting　their　final　consignment　to　the　family　crypt。
  No　regrets　attended　them；　save　those　of　the　poor　woman
  who　had　hoped　to　be　Sir　Pitt's　wife　and　widow　and　who
  had　fled　in　disgrace　from　the　Hall　over　which　she　had　so
  nearly　been　a　ruler。　　Beyond　her　and　a　favourite　old　pointer
  he　had；　and　between　whom　and　himself　an　attachment
  subsisted　during　the　period　of　his　imbecility；　the　old　man
  had　not　a　single　friend　to　mourn　him；　having　indeed；
  during　the　whole　course　of　his　life；　never　taken　the　least
  pains　to　secure　one。　　Could　the　best　and　kindest　of　us　who
  depart　from　the　earth　have　an　opportunity　of　revisiting
  it；　I　suppose　he　or　she　（assuming　that　any　Vanity　Fair
  feelings　subsist　in　the　sphere　whither　we　are　bound）
  would　have　a　pang　of　mortification　at　finding　how　soon
  our　survivors　were　consoled。　　And　so　Sir　Pitt　was
  forgottenlike　the　kindest　and　best　of　usonly　a　few
  weeks　sooner。
  Those　who　will　may　follow　his　remains　to　the　grave；
  whither　they　were　borne　on　the　appointed　day；　in　the　most
  becoming　manner；　the　family　in　black　coaches；　with　their
  handkerchiefs　up　to　their　noses；　ready　for　the　tears　which
  did　not　come；　the　undertaker　and　his　gentlemen　in　deep
  tribulation；　the　select　tenantry　mourning　out　of
  compliment　to　the　new　landlord；　the　neighbouring　gentry's
  carriages　at　three　miles　an　hour；　empty；　and　in　profound
  affliction；　the　parson　speaking　out　the　formula　about　〃our
  dear　brother　departed。〃　As　long　as　we　have　a　man's　body；
  we　play　our　Vanities　upon　it；　surrounding　it　with
  humbug　and　ceremonies；　laying　it　in　state；　and　packing　it
  up　in　gilt　nails　and　velvet；　and　we　finish　our　duty　by
  placing　over　it　a　stone；　written　all　over　with　lies。　　Bute's
  curate；　a　smart　young　fellow　from　Oxford；　and　Sir　Pitt
  Crawley　composed　between　them　an　appropriate　Latin
  epitaph　for　the　late　lamented　Baronet；　and　the　former
  preached　a　classical　sermon；　exhorting　the　survivors　not
  to　give　way　to　grief　and　informing　them　in　the　most
  respectful　terms　that　they　also　would　be　one　day　called
  upon　to　pass　that　gloomy　and　mysterious　portal　which　had
  just　closed　upon　the　remains　of　their　lamented　brother。
  Then　the　tenantry　mounted　on　horseback　again；　or　stayed
  and　refreshed　themselves　at　the　Crawley　Arms。　　Then；
  after　a　lunch　in　the　servants'　hall　at　Queen's　Crawley；
  the　gentry's　carriages　wheeled　off　to　their　different
  destinations：　　then　the　undertaker's　men；　taking　the　ropes；
  palls；　velvets；　ostrich　feathers；　and　other　mortuary
  properties；　clambered　up　on　the　roof　of　the　hearse　and　rode
  off　to　Southampton。　　Their　faces　relapsed　into　a　natural
  expression　as　the　horses；　clearing　the　lodge…gates；　got　into
  a　brisker　trot　on　the　open　road；　and　squads　of　them
  might　have　been　seen；　speckling　with　black　the
  public…house　entrances；　with　pewter…pots　flashing　in　the
  sunshine。　　Sir　Pitt's　invalid　chair　was　wheeled　away　into　a
  tool…house　in　the　garden；　the　old　pointer　used　to　howl
  sometimes　at　first；　but　these　were　the　only　accents　of
  grief　which　were　heard　in　the　Hall　of　which　Sir　Pitt
  Crawley；　Baronet；　had　been　master　for　some　threescore　years。
  As　the　birds　were　pretty　plentiful；　and　partridge　shooting
  is　as　it　were　the　duty　of　an　English　gentleman　of
  statesmanlike　propensities；　Sir　Pitt　Crawley；　the　first　shock　of
  grief　over；　went　out　a　little　and　partook　of　that　diversion
  in　a　white　hat　with　crape　round　it。　　The　sight　of　those　fields
  of　stubble　and　turnips；　now　his　own；　gave　him　many　secret
  joys。　　Sometimes；　and　with　an　exquisite　humility；　he
  took　no　gun；　but　went　out　with　a　peaceful　bamboo　cane；
  Rawdon；　his　big　brother；　and　the　keepers　blazing　away　at
  his　side。　　Pitt's　money　and　acres　had　a　great　effect　upon
  his　brother。　　The　penniless　Colonel　became　quite　obsequious
  and　respectful　to　the　head　of　his　house；　and　despised
  the　milksop　Pitt　no　longer。　　Rawdon　listened　with　sympathy
  to　his　senior's　prospects　of　planting　and　draining；　gave
  his　advice　about　the　stables　and　cattle；　rode
  over　to　Mudbury　to　look　at　a　mare；　which　he　thought
  would　carry　Lady　Jane；　and　offered　to　break　her；
  &c。：　　the　rebellious　dragoon　was　quite　humbled　and
  subdued；　and　became　a　most　creditable　younger　brother。　　He
  had　constant　bulletins　from　Miss　Briggs　in　London
  respecting　little　Rawdon；　who　was　left　behind　there；　who
  sent　messages　of　his　own。　　〃I　am　very　well；〃　he　wrote。　　〃I
  hope　you　are　very　well。　　I　hope　Mamma　is　very　well。　　The
  pony　is　very　well。　　Grey　takes　me　to　ride　in　the　park。
  I　can　canter。　　I　met　the　little　boy　who　rode　before。　　He
  cried　when　he　cantered。　　I　do　not　cry。〃　Rawdon　read　these
  letters　to　his　brother　and　Lady　Jane；　who　was　delighted
  with　them。　　The　Baronet　promised　to　take　charge　of　the　lad
  at　school；　and　his　kind…hearted　wife　gave　Rebecca　a
  bank…note；　begging　her　to　buy　a　present　with　it　for　her　little
  nephew。
  One　day　followed　another；　and　the　ladies　of　the　house
  passed　their　life　in　those　calm　pursuits　and　amusements
  which　satisfy　country　ladies。　　Bells　rang　to　meals　and
  to　prayers。　　The　young　ladies　took　exercise　on　the
  pianoforte　every　morning　after　breakfast；　Rebecca　giving
  them　the　benefit　of　her　instruction