RebeccahadneverseenaBaronet，asfarassheknew，andassoonasshehadtakenleaveofAmelia，andcountedtheguineaswhichgood-naturedMr。Sedleyhadputintoapurseforher，andassoonasshehaddonewipinghereyeswithherhandkerchiefwhichoperationsheconcludedtheverymomentthecarriagehadturnedthecornerofthestreet，shebegantodepictinherownmindwhataBaronetmustbe。”Iwonder，doeshewearastar？”thoughtshe，“orisitonlylordsthatwearstars？
Buthewillbeveryhandsomelydressedinacourtsuit，withruffles，andhishairalittlepowdered，likeMr。
WroughtonatCoventGarden。Isupposehewillbeawfullyproud，andthatIshallbetreatedmostcontemptuously。StillImustbearmyhardlotaswellasIcan——atleast，IshallbeamongstGENTLEFOLKS，andnotwithvulgarcitypeople“：andshefelltothinkingofherRussellSquarefriendswiththatverysamephilosophicalbitternesswithwhich，inacertainapologue，thefoxisrepresentedasspeakingofthegrapes。
HavingpassedthroughGauntSquareintoGreatGauntStreet，thecarriageatlengthstoppedatatallgloomyhousebetweentwoothertallgloomyhouses，eachwithahatchmentoverthemiddledrawing-roomwindow；asisthecustomofhousesinGreatGauntStreet，inwhichgloomylocalitydeathseemstoreignperpetual。Theshuttersofthefirst-floorwindowsofSirPitt’smansionwereclosed——thoseofthedining-roomwerepartiallyopen，andtheblindsneatlycoveredupinoldnewspapers。
John，thegroom，whohaddriventhecarriagealone，didnotcaretodescendtoringthebell；andsoprayedapassingmilk-boytoperformthatofficeforhim。Whenthebellwasrung，aheadappearedbetweentheintersticesofthedining-roomshutters，andthedoorwasopenedbyamanindrabbreechesandgaiters，withadirtyoldcoat，afouloldneckclothlashedroundhisbristlyneck，ashiningbaldhead，aleeringredface，apairoftwinklinggreyeyes，andamouthperpetuallyonthegrin“ThisSirPittCrawley’s？”saysJohn，fromthebox。