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Colonel must haste to her bedside. Mrs. Crawley and her
child would remain behind until he came to reclaim them.
He departed for Calais, and having reached that place in
safety, it might have been supposed that he went to Dover;
but instead he took the diligence to Dunkirk, and thence
travelled to Brussels, for which place he had a former predi-
lection. The fact is, he owed more money at London than at
Paris; and he preferred the quiet little Belgian city to either
of the more noisy capitals.
Her aunt was dead. Mrs. Crawley ordered the most in-
tense mourning for herself and little Rawdon. The Colonel
was busy arranging the affairs of the inheritance. They could
take the premier now, instead of the little entresol of the
hotel which they occupied. Mrs. Crawley and the landlord
had a consultation about the new hangings, an amicable
wrangle about the carpets, and a final adjustment of every-
thing except the bill. She went off in one of his carriages; her
French bonne with her; the child by her side; the admirable
landlord and landlady smiling farewell to her from the gate.
General Tufto was furious when he heard she was gone, and
Mrs. Brent furious with him for being furious; Lieutenant
Spooney was cut to the heart; and the landlord got ready his
best apartments previous to the return of the fascinating
little woman and her husband. He serred the trunks which
she left in his charge with the greatest care. They had been
especially recommended to him by Madame Crawley. They
were not, however, found to be particularly valuable when
opened some time after.
But before she went to join her husband in the Belgic

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