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  “Mydearfriend,rememberitisnotpoorLadyJane’sfaultthatsheiswellborn。”Pittreplied,withacourtlyair。”Shecannothelpbeingalady。Besides,IamaTory,youknow。”

  “Oh,asforthat。”saidJim,“there’snothinglikeoldblood;no,dammy,nothinglikeit。I’mnoneofyourradicals。Iknowwhatitistobeagentleman,dammy。

  Seethechapsinaboat-race;lookatthefellersinafight;aye,lookatadawgkillingrats——whichisitwins?

  thegood-bloodedones。Getsomemoreport,Bowls,oldboy,whilstIbuzzthisbottle-here。WhatwasIasaying?”

  “Ithinkyouwerespeakingofdogskillingrats。”Pittremarkedmildly,handinghiscousinthedecanterto“buzz。~

  “KillingratswasI?Well,Pitt,areyouasportingman?DoyouwanttoseeadawgasCANkillarat?

  Ifyoudo,comedownwithmetoTomCorduroy’s,inCastleStreetMews,andI’llshowyousuchabull-terrieras——Pooh!gammon。”criedJames,burstingoutlaughingathisownabsurdity——“YOUdon’tcareaboutadawgorrat;it’sallnonsense。I’mblestifIthinkyouknowthedifferencebetweenadogandaduck。”

  “No;bytheway。”Pittcontinuedwithincreasedblandness。”itwasaboutbloodyouweretalking,andthepersonaladvantageswhichpeoplederivefrompatricianbirth。Here’sthefreshbottle。”

  “Blood’stheword。”saidJames,gulpingtherubyfluiddown。”Nothinglikeblood,sir,inhosses,dawgs,AND

  men。Why,onlylastterm,justbeforeIwasrusticated,thatis,ImeanjustbeforeIhadthemeasles,ha,ha——therewasmeandRingwoodofChristchurch,BobRingwood,LordCinqbars’son,havingourbeerattheBellatBlenheim,whentheBanburybargemanofferedtofighteitherofusforabowlofpunch。Icouldn’t。Myarmwasinasling;couldn’teventakethedragdown——abruteofamareofminehadfellwithmeonlytwodaysbefore,outwiththeAbingdon,andIthoughtmyarmwasbroke。

  Well,sir,Icouldn’tfinishhim,butBobhadhiscoatoffatonce——hestooduptotheBanburymanforthreeminutes,andpolishedhimoffinfourroundseasy。Gad,howhediddrop,sir,andwhatwasit?Blood,sir,allblood。”

  “Youdon’tdrink,James。”theex-attachecontinued。

  “InmytimeatOxford,themenpassedroundthebottlealittlequickerthanyouyoungfellowsseemtodo。”

  “Come,come。”saidJames,puttinghishandtohisnoseandwinkingathiscousinwithapairofvinouseyes,“nojokes,oldboy;notryingitononme。Youwanttotrotmeout,butit’snogo。Invinoveritas,oldboy。Mars,Bacchus,Apollovirorum,hey?Iwishmyauntwouldsenddownsomeofthistothegovernor;it’sapreciousgoodtap。”

  “Youhadbetteraskher。”Machiavelcontinued,“ormakethebestofyourtimenow。Whatsaysthebard?

  ’Nuncvinopellitecuras,Crasingensiterabimusaequor,’“

  andtheBacchanalian,quotingtheabovewithaHouseofCommonsair,tossedoffnearlyathimblefulofwinewithanimmenseflourishofhisglass。

  AttheRectory,whenthebottleofportwinewasopenedafterdinner,theyoungladieshadeachaglassfromabottleofcurrantwine。Mrs。Butetookoneglassofport,honestJameshadacouplecommonly,butashisfathergrewverysulkyifhemadefurtherinroadsonthebottle,thegoodladgenerallyrefrainedfromtryingformore,andsubsidedeitherintothecurrantwine,ortosomeprivategin-and-waterinthestables,whichheenjoyedinthecompanyofthecoachmanandhispipe。AtOxford,thequantityofwinewasunlimited,butthequalitywasinferior:butwhenquantityandqualityunitedasathisaunt’shouse,Jamesshowedthathecouldappreciatethemindeed;andhardlyneededanyofhiscousin’sencouragementindrainingoffthesecondbottlesuppliedbyMr。Bowls。

  Whenthetimeforcoffeecame,however,andforareturntotheladies,ofwhomhestoodinawe,theyounggentleman’sagreeablefranknesslefthim,andherelapsedintohisusualsurlytimidity;contentinghimselfbysayingyesandno,byscowlingatLadyJane,andbyupsettingonecupofcoffeeduringtheevening。

  Ifhedidnotspeakheyawnedinapitiablemanner,andhispresencethrewadampuponthemodestproceedingsoftheevening,forMissCrawleyandLadyJaneattheirpiquet,andMissBriggsatherwork,feltthathiseyeswerewildlyfixedonthem,andwereuneasyunderthatmaudlinlook。

  “Heseemsaverysilent,awkward,bashfullad。”saidMissCrawleytoMr。Pitt。

  “Heismorecommunicativeinmen’ssocietythanwithladies。”Machiaveldrylyreplied:perhapsratherdisappointedthattheportwinehadnotmadeJimspeakmore。

  HehadspenttheearlypartofthenextmorninginwritinghometohismotheramostflourishingaccountofhisreceptionbyMissCrawley。Butah!helittleknewwhatevilsthedaywasbringingforhim,andhowshorthisreignoffavourwasdestinedtobe。AcircumstancewhichJimhadforgotten——atrivialbutfatalcircumstance——hadtakenplaceattheCribb’sArmsonthenightbeforehehadcometohisaunt’shouse。Itwasnootherthanthis——Jim,whowasalwaysofagenerousdisposition,andwheninhiscupsespeciallyhospitable,hadinthecourseofthenighttreatedtheTutburychampionandtheRottingdeanman,andtheirfriends,twiceorthricetotherefreshmentofgin-and-water——sothatnolessthaneighteenglassesofthatfluidateightpenceperglasswerechargedinMr。JamesCrawley’sbill。Itwasnottheamountofeightpences,butthequantityofginwhichtoldfatallyagainstpoorJames’scharacter,whenhisaunt’sbutler,Mr。Bowls,wentdownathismistress’srequesttopaytheyounggentleman’sbill。Thelandlord,fearinglesttheaccountshouldberefusedaltogether,sworesolemnlythattheyounggenthadconsumedpersonallyeveryfarthing’sworthoftheliquor:andBowlspaidthebillfinally,andshoweditonhisreturnhometoMrs。Firkin,whowasshockedatthefrightfulprodigalityofgin;andtookthebilltoMissBriggsasaccountant-general;whothoughtitherdutytomentionthecircumstancetoherprincipal,MissCrawley。

  Hadhedrunkadozenbottlesofclaret,theoldspinstercouldhavepardonedhim。Mr。FoxandMr。

  Sheridandrankclaret。Gentlemendrankclaret。Buteighteenglassesofginconsumedamongboxersinanignoblepot-house——itwasanodiouscrimeandnottobepardonedreadily。Everythingwentagainstthelad:hecamehomeperfumedfromthestables,whitherhehadbeentopayhisdogTowzeravisit——andwhencehewasgoingtotakehisfriendoutforanairing,whenhemetMissCrawleyandherwheezyBlenheimspaniel,whichTowzerwouldhaveeatenuphadnottheBlenheimfledsquealingtotheprotectionofMissBriggs,whiletheatrociousmasterofthebull-dogstoodlaughingatthehorriblepersecution。

  Thisdaytootheunluckyboy’smodestyhadlikewiseforsakenhim。Hewaslivelyandfacetiousatdinner。

  DuringtherepasthelevelledoneortwojokesagainstPittCrawley:hedrankasmuchwineasuponthepreviousday;andgoingquiteunsuspiciouslytothedrawing-room,begantoentertaintheladiestherewithsomechoiceOxfordstories。HedescribedthedifferentpugilisticqualitiesofMolyneuxandDutchSam,offeredplayfullytogiveLadyJanetheoddsupontheTutburyPetagainsttheRottingdeanman,ortakethem,asherLadyshipchose:

  andcrownedthepleasantrybyproposingtobackhimselfagainsthiscousinPittCrawley,eitherwithorwithoutthegloves。”Andthat’safairoffer,mybuck。”hesaid,withaloudlaugh,slappingPittontheshoulder,“andmyfathertoldmetomakeittoo,andhe’llgohalvesinthebet,ha,ha!”Sosaying,theengagingyouthnoddedknowinglyatpoorMissBriggs,andpointedhisthumboverhisshoulderatPittCrawleyinajocularandexultingmanner。

  Pittwasnotpleasedaltogetherperhaps,butstillnotunhappyinthemain。PoorJimhadhislaughout:andstaggeredacrosstheroomwithhisaunt’scandle,whentheoldladymovedtoretire,andofferedtosaluteherwiththeblandesttipsysmile:andhetookhisownleaveandwentupstairstohisbedroomperfectlysatisfiedwithhimself,andwithapleasednotionthathisaunt’smoneywouldbelefttohiminpreferencetohisfatherandalltherestofthefamily。

  Onceupinthebedroom,onewouldhavethoughthecouldnotmakemattersworse;andyetthisunluckyboydid。Themoonwasshiningverypleasantlyoutonthesea,andJim,attractedtothewindowbytheromanticappearanceoftheoceanandtheheavens,thoughthewouldfurtherenjoythemwhilesmoking。Nobodywouldsmellthetobacco,hethought,ifhecunninglyopenedthewindowandkepthisheadandpipeinthefreshair。

  Thishedid:butbeinginanexcitedstate,poorJimhadforgottenthathisdoorwasopenallthistime,sothatthebreezeblowinginwardsandafinethoroughdraughtbeingestablished,thecloudsoftobaccowerecarrieddownstairs,andarrivedwithquiteundiminishedfragrancetoMissCrawleyandMissBriggs。

  Thepipeoftobaccofinishedthebusiness:andtheBute-Crawleysneverknewhowmanythousandpoundsitcostthem。FirkinrusheddownstairstoBowlswhowasreadingoutthe“FireandtheFryingPan“tohisaide-de-campinaloudandghostlyvoice。ThedreadfulsecretwastoldtohimbyFirkinwithsofrightenedalook,thatforthefirstmomentMr。Bowlsandhisyoungmanthoughtthatrobberswereinthehouse,thelegsofwhomhadprobablybeendiscoveredbythewomanunderMissCrawley’sbed。Whenmadeawareofthefact,however——torushupstairsatthreestepsatatimetoentertheunconsciousJames’sapartment,callingout,“Mr。

  James。”inavoicestifledwithalarm,andtocry,“ForGawd’ssake,sir,stopthat’erepipe。”wastheworkofaminutewithMr。Bowls。”O,Mr。James,what’AVEyoudone!”hesaidinavoiceofthedeepestpathos,ashethrewtheimplementoutofthewindow。”What’aveyoudone,sir!Missiscan’tabide’em。”

  “Missisneedn’tsmoke。”saidJameswithafranticmisplacedlaugh,andthoughtthewholematteranexcellentjoke。Buthisfeelingswereverydifferentinthemorning,whenMr。Bowls’syoungman,whooperateduponMr。

  James’sboots,andbroughthimhishotwatertoshavethatbeardwhichhewassoanxiouslyexpecting,handedanoteintoMr。Jamesinbed,inthehandwritingofMissBriggs。

  “Dearsir。”itsaid,“MissCrawleyhaspassedanexceedinglydisturbednight,owingtotheshockingmannerinwhichthehousehasbeenpollutedbytobacco;MissCrawleybidsmesaysheregretsthatsheistoounwelltoseeyoubeforeyougo——andaboveallthatsheeverinducedyoutoremovefromtheale-house,wheresheissureyouwillbemuchmorecomfortableduringtherestofyourstayatBrighton。”

  AndherewithhonestJames’scareerasacandidateforhisaunt’sfavourended。Hehadinfact,andwithoutknowingit,donewhathemenacedtodo。HehadfoughthiscousinPittwiththegloves。

  Wheremeanwhilewashewhohadbeenoncefirstfavouriteforthisraceformoney?BeckyandRawdon,aswehaveseen,werecometogetherafterWaterloo,andwerepassingthewinterof1815atParisingreatsplendourandgaiety。Rebeccawasagoodeconomist,andthepricepoorJosSedleyhadpaidforhertwohorseswasinitselfsufficienttokeeptheirlittleestablishmentafloatforayear,attheleast;therewasnooccasiontoturnintomoney“mypistols,thesamewhichIshotCaptainMarker。”orthegolddressing-case,orthecloaklinedwithsable。Beckyhaditmadeintoapelisseforherself,inwhichsherodeintheBoisdeBoulognetotheadmirationofall:andyoushouldhaveseenthescenebetweenherandherdelightedhusband,whomsherejoinedafterthearmyhadenteredCambray,andwhensheunsewedherself,andletoutofherdressallthosewatches,knick-knacks,bank-notes,cheques,andvaluables,whichshehadsecretedinthewadding,previoustohermeditatedflightfromBrussels!Tuftowascharmed,andRawdonroaredwithdelightedlaughter,andsworethatshewasbetterthananyplayheeversaw,byJove。

  AndthewayinwhichshejockeyedJos,andwhichshedescribedwithinfinitefun,carrieduphisdelighttoapitchofquiteinsaneenthusiasm。HebelievedinhiswifeasmuchastheFrenchsoldiersinNapoleon。

  HersuccessinPariswasremarkable。AlltheFrenchladiesvotedhercharming。Shespoketheirlanguageadmirably。Sheadoptedatoncetheirgrace,theirliveliness,theirmanner。Herhusbandwasstupidcertainly——allEnglisharestupid——and,besides,adullhusbandatParisisalwaysapointinalady’sfavour。HewastheheiroftherichandspirituelleMissCrawley,whosehousehadbeenopentosomanyoftheFrenchnoblesseduringtheemigration。Theyreceivedthecolonel’swifeintheirownhotels——“Why。”wroteagreatladytoMissCrawley,whohadboughtherlaceandtrinketsattheDuchess’sownprice,andgivenhermanyadinnerduringthepinchingtimesaftertheRevolution——“WhydoesnotourdearMisscometohernephewandniece,andherattachedfriendsinParis?AlltheworldraffolesofthecharmingMistressandherespieglebeauty。Yes,weseeinherthegrace,thecharm,thewitofourdearfriendMissCrawley!

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