Vanity Fair Page #3

Hello, madame.

Hurry along now.!

Bye!

Get it on there.!

Queen's Crawley.!

Yes?

Can you tell Sir Pitt Crawley

that Miss Sharp has arrived.

And bring in my trunk

if you please.

- Miss Sharp?

- Yes, Miss Rebecca Sharp.

Governess to your master's children.

Now, will you kindly let me pass?

Certainly.

As for telling Sir Pitt,

there's no need.

Why not?

You've just told him yourself.

For these and all Thy other gifts

May the Lord make us truly thankful

Amen

Ah.!

You haven't met Lady Crawley,

my dear.

She's the girls' mother.

She's not the mother of my sons.

Is she, Pitt? No.

Pitt's mother, my first wife,

she was the daughter of a lord,

which makes him grander

than all of us put together,

doesn't it, Pitt?

Whatever you say, sir.

Oh, yes. Very grand.

Too grand for me.

But this one ain't.

Her father was an ironmonger,

wasn't he, my lady?

He was, sir.

Yeah.

When shall we discuss

the girls' lessons?

My strengths are music,

drawing and French,

but I can teach them

whatever you wish.

You'll be kind to my girls,

Miss Sharp?

Oh!

Don't worry. I'll treat them

just as sensitively as they deserve.

Hmph.

Hmph.

What is this?

It's, uh,

"Potage de mouton I'Ecossaise. '"

Oh, mutton broth.

What sheep was it, Horrocks?

When did you kill?

One of the black-faced Scots, Sir Pitt.

We killed on Thursday.

Did she squeal?

Didn't she just.

Oh, good.

Always improves the flavor, that.

Oh.

"To be honest, dearest Amelia,

"Sir Pitt is not what you and I

would think a baronet should be.

More ancient stable than ancient fable."

No lights after 11:;00,

you little hussy.

Go to bed in the dark,

unless you'd like me to come in

for your candle every night, hmm?

"All in all, my hopes for the family lie

with Sir Pitt's younger son,

Captain Rawdon Crawley,

who will soon be back from

his regiment. '"

I would like...

to go to Spain.

Je voudrais allez en Spain.

And that's an "E."

"His brother, Mr. Pitt Crawley, meanwhile,

has the charm of an undertaker...

and the humor of a corpse. '"

Uh, Miss Sharp,

I thought you might like to see

my pamphlet on the Chickasaw tribes.

I swear, Mr. Crawley,

you must be a mind reader.

For there is no subject

of more interest to me.

"You'll be happy to hear I've found a way

to make myself indispensable to Sir Pitt.

There is to be a visitor

at Humdrum Hall. '"

Please!

Be careful with that.

"Sir Pitt has a half-sister

as rich as Croesus,

whom, or should I say which,

he adores. '"

No! No, no!

No, no, no, no!

She's organizing those!

Stupid wench!

"And now he is all of a dither

to make the house ready

to receive her. '"

Up! Up, up, up!

A little higher.

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