文档介绍：《名利场》（节选）
杨必等 t last Becky’s kindness and attention to the chief of her husband’s family were destined to meet with a of his Kingdom. Do you remember, dear M, oh friend of my youth? One blissful night five-and-twenty years since, the “Hypocrite” being acted, Elliston being manager, Dowton and Liston performers, two boys had leave from their loyal masters to go out from Slaughter-House School where they were educated and to appear on Drury Lane stage, amongst a crowd which assembled there to greet the king. The King? There he was. Beefeaters were before the august box; the Marquis of Steyne (Lord of the Powder Closet) and other great officers of state were behind the chair on which he sat, he sat―florid of face, portly of person, covered with orders, and in a rich curling head of hair―how we sang God save him! How the house rocked and shouted with that magnificent music! How they cheered, and cried, and waved handkerchiefs! Ladies wept; mothers clasped their children; some fainted with emotion. People were suffocated in the pit, shrieks and groans rising up amidst the writhing and shouting mass there of his people who were, and indeed showed themselves almost to be, ready to die for him. Yes, we saw him. Fate cannot deprive us of that. Others have seen Napoleon. Some few still exist who have beheld Frederick the Great, Doctor Johnson, Marie Antoinette, &c.―be it our reasonabl