Vanity Fair Page #4

"We are quite a party.

"Mr. Pitt's intended,

LadyJane Sheepshanks,

has arrived with her mother,

"the old Countess of Southdown,

whom Sir Pitt detests.

"I promise you, dearest Amelia,

that by the time I have finished,

Hmm.

"The old man will have

a very proper sense of the merits

ofhis latest employee.

I will bring order from chaos

and light from darkness. '"

Quickly now!

Sorry, sir.

By Heaven!

Miss Becky,

we don't deserve you.

Steady now.! Steady.! Steady.!

"They say Miss Crawley

means to leave her fortune

to Captain Rawdon Crawley,

who will accompany her

for thejourney. '"

I see Pitt's intended is among the guests.

They'll be after you to marry next.

Oh, Aunt Tilly, how could I,

when my heart belongs to you?

- Matilda!

- Wicked boy!

Welcome.

Brother.

You know

Lady Southdown, I think,

and her daughter, LadyJane.

Aunt Matilda,

on behalf of the entire Crawley...

Keep your toadying

till I get to a fire.

You can suck up all you wish

once I'm warm.

Well, that's put us in our place.

We may have the titles, Mama,

but Miss Crawley has the money.

Mm, and don't we know it.

Put the trunk inside.!

Now, Miss Becky,

this is my younger son,

Rawdon.

And mind you stay clear

ofhis fluttering lashes.

He breaks hearts

for a hobby, but...

he's a soldier

through and through.

- I'm warned.

- Mm-hmm.

With a little liquor, I can do it.

You must be bored

as a brick down here.

I have your father

and brother for company.

Precisely.

Not a great many laughs

in Miss Crawley, I can tell you.

I seem to remember

anchovy paste is a favorite delicacy

of yours, Aunt Tilly.

But not for do... doggies.

I don't agree.

I suspect she's the quickest wit

in the room.

No, no, no.

I mean my brother, not my aunt.

They used to call him

"Miss Crawley" at Eton.

Go on. Admit it.

He looks a little underweight.

He's the dullest dog

in shoe leather.

Really, Captain Crawley.

Are you trying to steer me

towards an indiscretion?

Why?

Would you like me to?

No man has managed it yet.

- What was that?

- Nothing. A false note.

Allez, Rose, Celia. Dpchez.

Faites vos obeissances a votre tante.

Don't waste your time,

Miss Sharp.

All foreign languages

are ancient Greek to my sisters.

And they always will be

if they're not spoken before them.

I quite agree, Miss Sharp.

What a treat to find someone

cultured in this house.

Vous parlez bien.

Merci.

My mother was French.

A French mother?

Now, that's altogether

too romantic for a governess.

Who was she?

Have you heard

of the Montmorencys?

Who has not?

So, you're an impoverished aristocrat.

Pity.

I had you down for an adventuress.

And are they mutually exclusive?

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