She was all over in a flutter as their eyes met, and she put on the very best smile she could muster, and dropped him a little, timid, imploring curtsey. He stared aghast at her for a minute, as Macbeth might on beholding Banquo's sudden appearance at his ball-supper, and remained looking at her with open mouth, when that horrid Major Loder pulled her away.
"Come away into the supper-room, Mrs. R.," was that gentleman's remark: "seeing these nobs grubbing away has made me peckish too. Let's go and try the old governor's champagne." Becky thought the Major had had a great deal too much already.
The day after she went to walk on the Pincian Hill--the Hyde Park of the Roman idlers--possibly in hopes to have another sight of Lord Steyne. But she met another acquaintance there: it was Mr. Fiche, his lordship's confidential man, who came up nodding to her rather familiarly and putting a finger to his hat. "I knew that Madame was here," he said; "I followed her from her hotel. I have some advice to give Madame."

She was all in a flutter as their eyes met, and she put on the best smile she could muster, and dropped him a little, timid curtsey. He stared aghast at her for a minute, as Macbeth might on beholding Banquo's ghost, and was looking at her with open mouth, when that horrid Major Loder pulled her away.
"Come into the supper-room," he said: "seeing these nobs grubbing away has made me peckish. Let's go and try the old governor's champagne." Becky thought the Major had had a great deal too much already.
The next day she went to walk on the Pincian Hill - the Hyde Park of Roman idlers - hoping to have another sight of Lord Steyne. But it was Mr. Fiche, his lordship's confidential man, who came up to her, nodding rather familiarly.
"I followed Madame from her hotel," he said. "I have some advice to give Madame."
