The diamonds, which had created Rawdon's admiration, never went back to

Mr. Polonius, of Coventry Street, and that gentleman never applied for

their restoration, but they retired into a little private repository,

in an old desk, which Amelia Sedley had given her years and years ago,

and in which Becky kept a number of useful and, perhaps, valuable

things, about which her husband knew nothing. To know nothing, or

little, is in the nature of some husbands. To hide, in the nature of

how many women? Oh, ladies! how many of you have surreptitious

milliners' bills? How many of you have gowns and bracelets which you

daren't show, or which you wear trembling?--trembling, and coaxing

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with smiles the husband by your side, who does not know the new velvet

gown from the old one, or the new bracelet from last year's, or has any

notion that the ragged-looking yellow lace scarf cost forty guineas and

that Madame Bobinot is writing dunning letters every week for the money!

Thus Rawdon knew nothing about the brilliant diamond ear-rings, or the

superb brilliant ornament which decorated the fair bosom of his lady;

but Lord Steyne, who was in his place at Court, as Lord of the Powder

Closet, and one of the great dignitaries and illustrious defences of

the throne of England, and came up with all his stars, garters,

collars, and cordons, and paid particular attention to the little

woman, knew whence the jewels came and who paid for them.

As he bowed over her he smiled, and quoted the hackneyed and beautiful

lines from The Rape of the Lock about Belinda's diamonds, "which Jews

might kiss and infidels adore."

"But I hope your lordship is orthodox," said the little lady with a

toss of her head. And many ladies round about whispered and talked,

and many gentlemen nodded and whispered, as they saw what marked

attention the great nobleman was paying to the little adventuress.

What were the circumstances of the interview between Rebecca Crawley,

nee Sharp, and her Imperial Master, it does not become such a feeble

and inexperienced pen as mine to attempt to relate. The dazzled eyes

close before that Magnificent Idea. Loyal respect and decency tell

even the imagination not to look too keenly and audaciously about the

sacred audience-chamber, but to back away rapidly, silently, and

respectfully, making profound bows out of the August Presence.

This may be said, that in all London there was no more loyal heart than

Becky's after this interview. The name of her king was always on her

lips, and he was proclaimed by her to be the most charming of men. She

went to Colnaghi's and ordered the finest portrait of him that art had

produced, and credit could supply. She chose that famous one in which

the best of monarchs is represented in a frock-coat with a fur collar,

and breeches and silk stockings, simpering on a sofa from under his

curly brown wig. She had him painted in a brooch and wore it--indeed

she amused and somewhat pestered her acquaintance with her perpetual

talk about his urbanity and beauty. Who knows! Perhaps the little

woman thought she might play the part of a Maintenon or a Pompadour.




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