A day or two before Christmas, Becky, her husband and her son made ready and went to pass the holidays at the seat of their ancestors at Queen's Crawley. Becky would have liked to leave the little brat behind, and would have done so but for Lady Jane's urgent invitations to the youngster, and the symptoms of revolt and discontent which Rawdon manifested at her neglect of her son. "He's the finest boy in England," the father said in a tone of reproach to her, "and you don't seem to care for him, Becky, as much as you do for your spaniel. He shan't bother you much; at home he will be away from you in the nursery, and he shall go outside on the coach with me."

Just before Christmas, Becky, her husband and her son went to pass the holidays at Queen's Crawley. Becky would have liked to leave the little brat behind but for Lady Jane's urgent invitations to the youngster, and Rawdon's reproaches at her neglect of her son.
"He's the finest boy in England," the father said, "and you don't seem to care for him, Becky, as much as you do for your spaniel. He shan't bother you much; he shall go outside on the coach with me."
