Vanity Fair - Page 412/573

Whatever the previous portion of the evening had been, the rest of that

night was a great triumph for Becky. She sang her very best, and it

was so good that every one of the men came and crowded round the piano.

The women, her enemies, were left quite alone. And Mr. Paul Jefferson

Jones thought he had made a conquest of Lady Gaunt by going up to her

Ladyship and praising her delightful friend's first-rate singing.