4/11 "What a dear, delicious creature Becky Sharp is; and that funny old baronet, Sir Pitt something or other, too! When I first took up _Vanity Fair_ I could not let it out of my hands until I finished it." "That's more than I can say," said the curate. "I don't like Thackeray. Is not that a cynic for you ?" "Not everybody," said Min--I cannot call her anything else now--coming to my assistance, "not everybody, Mr Mawley. I think Thackeray, with all his satire and kindly laughter in his sleeve at persons that ought to be laughed down, has yet given us some of the most pathetic touches of human nature existing in English literature. There's the old colonel in _The Newcomes_, for instance. |