Fine gal, said Rawdon, returning the salute which the cottage gave him, by two fingers applied to his crape hatband. Becky bowed and saluted, and recognized people here and there graciously. These recognitions were inexpressibly pleasant to her. It seemed as if she was not an imposter any more, and was coming to the home of her ancestors. Rawdon was rather abashed and cast down, on the other hand. What recollections of boyhood and innocence might have been flitting across his brain? What pangs of dim remorse and doubt and shame?
Your sisters must be young women now, Rebecca said, thinking of those girls for the first time perhaps since she had left them.
Dont know, Im shaw, replied the Colonel. Hullo! heres old Mother Lock. How-dy-do, Mrs. Lock? Remember me, dont you? Master Rawdon, hey?
