heartfor
the
inspection
of
those
young
ladies
with
their
bold
black
eyes
?
It
was
best
that
it
should
shrink
and
hide
itself
.
I
know
the
Misses
Osborne
were
excellent
critics
of
a
Cashmere
shawl
,
or
a
pink
satin
slip
;
and
when
Miss
Turner
had
hers
dyed
purple
,
and
made
into
a
spencer
;
and
when
Miss
Pickford
had
her
ermine
tippet
twisted
into
a
muff
and
trimmings
,
I
warrant
you
the
changes
did
not
escape
the
two
intelligent
young
women
before
mentioned
.
But
there
are
things
,
look
you
,
of
a
finer
texture
than
fur
or
satin
,
and
all
Solomon’s
glories
,
and
all
the
wardrobe
of
the
Queen
of
Sheba
;
—
things
whereof
the
beauty
escapes
the
eyes
of
many
connoisseurs
.
And
there
are
sweet
modest
little
souls
on
which
you
light
,
fragrant
and
blooming
tenderly
in
quiet
shady
places
;
and
there
are
garden-ornaments
,
as
big
as
brass
warming-pans
,
that
are
fit
to
stare
the
sun
itself
out
of
countenance
.
Miss
Sedley
was
not
of
the
sunflower
sort
;
and
I
say
it
is
out
of
the
rules
of
all
proportion
to
draw
a
violet
of
the
size
of
a
double
dahlia
.
No
,
indeed
;
the
life
of
a
good
young
girl
who
is
in
the
paternal
nest
as
yet
,
can’t
have
many
of
those
thrilling
incidents
to
which
the
heroine
of
romance
commonly
lays
claim
.
Snares
or
shot
may
take
off
the
old
birds
foraging
without
—
hawks
may
be
abroad
,
from
which
they
escape
or
by
whom
they
suffer
;
but
the
young
ones
in
the
nest
have
a
pretty
comfortable
unromantic
sort
of
existence
in
the
down
and
the
straw
,
till
it
comes
to
their
turn
,
too
,
to
get
on
the
wing
.
While
Becky
Sharp
was
on
her
own
wing
in
the
country
,
hopping
on
all
sorts
of
twigs
,
and
amid
a
multiplicity
of
traps
,
and
pecking
up
her
food
quite
harmless
and
successful
,
Amelia
lay
snug
in
her
home
of
Russell
Square
;
if
she
went
into
the
world
,
it
was
under
the
guidance
of
the
elders
;
nor
did
it
seem
that
any
evil
could
befall
her
or
that
opulent
cheery
comfortable
home
in
which
she
was
affectionately
sheltered
.
Mamma
had
her
morning
duties
,
and
her
daily
drive
,
and
the
delightful
round
of
visits
and
shopping
which
forms
the
amusement
,
or
the
profession
as
you
may
call
it
,
of
the
rich
London
lady
.
Papa
conducted
his
mysterious
operations
in
the
City
—
a
stirring
place
in
those
days
when
war
was
raging
all
over
Europe
,
and
empires
were
being
staked
;
when
the
“
Courier
”
newspaper
had
tens
of
thousands
of
subscribers
;
when
one
day
brought
you
a
battle
of
Vittoria
,
another
a
burning
of
Moscow
,
or
a
newsman’s
horn
blowing
down
Russell
Square
about
dinnertime
,
announced
such
a
fact
as
—
“
Battle
of
Leipsic
—
six
hundred
thousand
men
engaged
—
total
defeat
of
the
French
—
two
hundred
thousand
killed
.
”
Old
Sedley
once
or
twice
came
home
with
a
very
grave
face
,
and
no
wonder
,
when
such
news
as
this
was
agitating
all
the
hearts
and
all
the
Stocks
of
Europe
.
Meanwhile
matters
went
on
in
Russell
Square
,
Bloomsbury
,
just
as
if
matters
in
Europe
were
not
in
the
least
disorganised
.
The
retreat
from
Leipsic
made
no
difference
in
the
number
of
meals
Mr.
Sambo
took
in
the
servants’
hall
;
the
allies
poured
into
France
,
and
the
dinner-bell
rang
at
five
o’clock
just
as
usual
.
I
don’t
think
poor
Amelia
cared
anything
about
Brienne
and
Montmirail
,
or
was
fairly
interested
in
the
war
until
the
abdication
of
the
Emperor
;
when
she
clapped
her
hands
and
said
prayers
,
—
oh
,
how
grateful
!
and
flung
herself
into
George
Osborne’s
arms
with
all
her
soul
,
to
the
astonishment
of
everybody
who
witnessed
that
ebullition
of
sentiment
.
The
fact
is
,
peace
was
declared
,
Europe
was
going
to
be
at
rest
;
the
Corsican
was
overthrown
,
and
Lieutenant
Osborne’s
regiment
would
not
be
ordered
on
service
.
That
was
the
way
in
which
Miss
Amelia
reasoned
.
The
fate
of
Europe
was
Lieutenant
George
Osborne
to
her
.
His
dangers
being
over
,
she
sang
Te
Deum
.
He
was
her
Europe
;
her
emperor
:
her
allied
monarchs
and
august
prince
regent
.
He
was
her
sun
and
moon
;
and
I
believe
she
thought
the
grand
illumination
and
ball
at
the
Mansion
House
,
given
to
the
sovereigns
,
were
especially
in
honour
of
George
Osborne
.
We
have
talked
of
shift
,
self
,
and
poverty
,
as
those
dismal
instructors
under
whom
poor
Miss
Becky
Sharp
got
her
education
.
Now
,
love
was
Miss
Amelia
Sedley’s
last
tutoress
,
and
it
was
amazing
what
progress
our
young
lady
made
under
that
popular
teacher
.
In
the
course
of
fifteen
or
eighteen
months’
daily
and
constant
attention
to
this
eminent
finishing
governess
,
what
a
deal
of
secrets
Amelia
learned
,
which
Miss
Wirt
and
the
black-eyed
young
ladies
over
the
way
,
which
old
Miss
Pinkerton
of
Chiswick
herself
,
had
no
cognizance
of
!
As
,
indeed
,
how
should
any
of
those
prim
and
reputable
virgins
?
With
Misses
P.
and
W
.
the
tender
passion
is
out
of
the
question
:
I
would
not
dare
to
breathe
such
an
idea
regarding
them
.
Miss
Maria
Osborne
,
it
is
true
,
was
“
attached
”
to
Mr.
Frederick
Augustus
Bullock
,
of
the
firm
of
Hulker
,
Bullock
+
Bullock
;
but
hers
was
a
most
respectable
attachment
,
and
she
would
have
taken
Bullock
Senior
just
the
same
,
her
mind
being
fixed
,
—
as
that
of
a
well-bred
young
woman
should
be
,
—
upon
a
house
in
Park
Lane
,
a
country
house
at
Wimbledon
,
a
handsome
chariot
,
and
two
prodigious
tall
horses
and
footmen
,
and
a
fourth
of
the
annual
profits
of
the
eminent
firm
of
Hulker
+
Bullock
,
all
of
which
advantages
were
represented
in
the
person
of
Frederick
Augustus
.
Had
orange
blossoms
been
invented
then
(
those
touching
emblems
of
female
purity
imported
by
us
from
France
,
where
people’s
daughters
are
universally
sold
in
marriage
)
,
Miss
Maria
,
I
say
,
would
have
assumed
the
spotless
wreath
,
and
stepped
into
the
travelling
carriage
by
the
side
of
gouty
,
old
,
baldheaded
,
bottle-nosed
Bullock
Senior
;
and
devoted
her
beautiful
existence
to
his
happiness
with
perfect
modesty
,
—
only
the
old
gentleman
was
married
already
;
so
she
bestowed
her
young
affections
on
the
junior
partner
.
Sweet
,
blooming
,
orange
flowers
!
The
other
day
I
saw
Miss
Trotter
(
that
was
)
,
arrayed
in
them
,
trip
into
the
travelling
carriage
at
St.
George’s
,
Hanover
Square
,
and
Lord
Methuselah
hobbled
in
after
.
With
what
an
engaging
modesty
she
pulled
down
the
blinds
of
the
chariot
—
the
dear
innocent
!
There
were
half
the
carriages
of
Vanity
Fair
at
the
wedding
.
This
was
not
the
sort
of
love
that
finished
Amelia’s
education
;
and
in
the
course
of
a
year
turned
a
good
young
girl
into
a
good
young
woman
—
to
be
a
good
wife
presently
,
when
the
happy
time
should
come
.
This
young
person
(
perhaps
it
was
very
imprudent
in
her
parents
to
encourage
her
,
and
abet
her
in
such
idolatry
and
silly
romantic
ideas
)
loved
,
with
all
her
heart
,
the
young
officer
in
his
Majesty’s
service
with
whom
we
have
made
a
brief
acquaintance
.
She
thought
about
him
the
very
first
moment
on
waking
;
and
his
was
the
very
last
name
mentioned
in
her
prayers
.
She
never
had
seen
a
man
so
beautiful
or
so
clever
:
such
a
figure
on
horseback
such
a
dancer
:
such
a
hero
in
general
.
Talk
of
the
Prince’s
bow
!
what
was
it
to
George’s
?
She
had
seen
Mr.
Brummell
,
whom
everybody
praised
so
.
Compare
such
a
person
as
that
to
her
George
!
Not
amongst
all
the
beaux
at
the
Opera
(
and
there
were
beaux
in
those
days
with
actual
opera
hats
)
was
there
any
one
to
equal
him
.
He
was
only
good
enough
to
be
a
fairy
prince
;
and
oh
,
what
magnanimity
to
stoop
to
such
a
humble
Cinderella
!
Miss
Pinkerton
would
have
tried
to
check
this
blind
devotion
very
likely
,
had
she
been
Amelia’s
confidante
,
but
not
with
much
success
,
depend
upon
it
.
It
is
in
the
nature
and
instinct
of
some
women
.
Some
are
made
to
scheme
,
and
some
to
love
;
and
I
wish
any
respected
bachelor
that
reads
this
may
take
the
sort
that
best
likes
him
.
While
under
this
overpowering
impression
,
Miss
Amelia
neglected
her
twelve
dear
friends
at
Chiswick
most
cruelly
,
as
such
selfish
people
commonly
will
do
.
She
had
but
this
subject
,
of
course
,
to
think
about
;
and
Miss
Saltire
was
too
cold
for
a
confidante
,
and
she
couldn’t
bring
her
mind
to
tell
Miss
Swartz
,
the
woolly-haired
young
heiress
from
St.
Kitt’s
.
She
had
little
Laura
Martin
home
for
the
holidays
;
and
my
belief
is
,
she
made
a
confidante
of
her
,
and
promised
that
Laura
should
come
and
live
with
her
when
she
was
married
,
and
gave
Laura
a
great
deal
of
information
regarding
the
passion
of
love
,
which
must
have
been
singularly
useful
and
novel
to
that
little
person
.
Alas
,
alas
!
I
fear
poor
Emmy
had
not
a
well-regulated
mind
.
What
were
her
parents
doing
,
not
to
keep
this
little
heart
from
beating
so
fast
?
Old
Sedley
did
not
seem
much
to
notice
matters
.
He
was
graver
of
late
,
and
his
City
affairs
absorbed
him
.
Mrs.
Sedley
was
of
so
easy
and
uninquisitive
a
nature
,
that
she
wasn’t
even
jealous
.
Mr.
Jos
was
away
,
being
besieged
by
an
Irish
widow
at
Cheltenham
.
Amelia
had
the
house
to
herself
—
ah
!
too
much
to
herself
sometimes
—
not
that
she
ever
doubted
;
for
,
to
be
sure
,
George
must
be
at
the
Horse-Guards
;
and
he
can’t
always
get
leave
from
Chatham
;
and
he
must
see
his
friends
and
sisters
,
and
mingle
in
society
when
in
town
(
he
,
such
an
ornament
to
every
society
!
)
;
and
when
he
is
with
the
regiment
,
he
is
too
tired
to
write
long
letters
.
I
know
where
she
kept
that
packet
she
had
—
and
can
steal
in
and
out
of
her
chamber
like
Iachimo
—
like
Iachimo
?
No
—
that
is
a
bad
part
.
I
will
only
act
Moonshine
,
and
peep
harmless
into
the
bed
where
faith
and
beauty
and
innocence
lie
dreaming
.
But
if
Osborne’s
were
short
and
soldierlike
letters
,
it
must
be
confessed
,
that
were
Miss
Sedley’s
letters
to
Mr.
Osborne
to
be
published
,
we
should
have
to
extend
this
novel
to
such
a
multiplicity
of
volumes
as
not
the
most
sentimental
reader
could
support
;
that
she
not
only
filled
sheets
of
large
paper
,
but
crossed
them
with
the
most
astonishing
perverseness
;
that
she
wrote
whole
pages
out
of
poetry-books
without
the
least
pity
;
that
she
underlined
words
and
passages
with
quite
a
frantic
emphasis
;
and
,
in
fine
,
gave
the
usual
tokens
of
her
condition
.
She
wasn’t
a
heroine
.
Her
letters
were
full
of
repetition
.
She
wrote
rather
doubtful
grammar
sometimes
,
and
in
her
verses
took
all
sorts
of
liberties
with
the
metre
.
But
oh
,
mesdames
,
if
you
are
not
allowed
to
touch
the
heart
sometimes
in
spite
of
syntax
,
and
are
not
to
be
loved
until
you
all
know
the
difference
between
trimeter
and
tetrameter
,
may
all
Poetry
go
to
the
deuce
,
and
every
schoolmaster
perish
miserably
!
XIII
.
Sentimental
and
Otherwise
I
FEAR
the
gentleman
to
whom
Miss
Amelia’s
letters
were
addressed
was
rather
an
obdurate
critic
.
Such
a
number
of
notes
followed
Lieutenant
Osborne
about
the
country
,
that
he
became
almost
ashamed
of
the
jokes
of
his
mess-room
companions
regarding
them
,
and
ordered
his
servant
never
to
deliver
them
except
at
his
private
apartment
.
He
was
seen
lighting
his
cigar
with
one
,
to
the
horror
of
Captain
Dobbin
,
who
,
it
is
my
belief
,
would
have
given
a
bank-note
for
the
document
.
For
some
time
George
strove
to
keep
the
liaison
a
secret
.
There
was
a
woman
in
the
case
,
that
he
admitted
.
“
And
not
the
first
either
,
”
said
Ensign
Spooney
to
Ensign
Stubble
.
“
That
Osborne’s
a
devil
of
a
fellow
.
There
was
a
judge’s
daughter
at
Demerara
went
almost
mad
about
him
;
then
there
was
that
beautiful
quadroon
girl
,
Miss
Pye
,
at
St.
Vincent’s
,
you
know
;
and
since
he’s
been
home
,
they
say
he’s
a
regular
Don
Giovanni
,
by
Jove
.
”
Stubble
and
Spooney
thought
that
to
be
a
“
regular
Don
Giovanni
,
by
Jove
”
was
one
of
the
finest
qualities
a
man
could
possess
;
and
Osborne’s
reputation
was
prodigious
amongst
the
young
men
of
the
regiment
.
He
was
famous
in
field-sports
,
famous
at
a
song
,
famous
on
parade
;
free
with
his
money
,
which
was
bountifully
supplied
by
his
father
.
His
coats
were
better
made
than
any
man’s
in
the
regiment
,
and
he
had
more
of
them
.
He
was
adored
by
the
men
.
He
could
drink
more
than
any
officer
of
the
whole
mess
,
including
old
Heavytop
,
the
colonel
.
He
could
spar
better
than
Knuckles
,
the
private
(
who
would
have
been
a
corporal
but
for
his
drunkenness
,
and
who
had
been
in
the
prize-ring
)
;
and
was
the
best
batter
and
bowler
,
out
and
out
,
of
the
regimental
club
.
He
rode
his
own
horse
,
Greased
Lightning
,
and
won
the
Garrison
cup
at
Quebec
races
.
There
were
other
people
besides
Amelia
who
worshipped
him
.
Stubble
and
Spooney
thought
him
a
sort
of
Apollo
;
Dobbin
took
him
to
be
an
Admirable
Crichton
;
and
Mrs.
Major
O’Dowd
acknowledged
he
was
an
elegant
young
fellow
,
and
put
her
in
mind
of
Fitzjurld
Fogarty
,
Lord
Castlefogarty’s
second
son
.
Well
,
Stubble
and
Spooney
and
the
rest
indulged
in
most
romantic
conjectures
regarding
this
female
correspondent
of
Osborne’s
,
—
opining
that
it
was
a
Duchess
in
London
who
was
in
love
with
him
,
—
or
that
it
was
a
General’s
daughter
,
who
was
engaged
to
somebody
else
,
and
madly
attached
to
him
,
—
or
that
it
was
a
Member
of
Parliament’s
lady
,
who
proposed
four
horses
and
an
elopement
,
—
or
that
it
was
some
other
victim
of
a
passion
delightfully
exciting
,
romantic
,
and
disgraceful
to
all
parties
,
on
none
of
which
conjectures
would
Osborne
throw
the
least
light
,
leaving
his
young
admirers
and
friends
to
invent
and
arrange
their
whole
history
.
And
the
real
state
of
the
case
would
never
have
been
known
at
all
in
the
regiment
but
for
Captain
Dobbin’s
indiscretion
.
The
Captain
was
eating
his
breakfast
one
day
in
the
mess-room
,
while
Cackle
,
the
assistant-surgeon
,
and
the
two
above-named
worthies
were
speculating
upon
Osborne’s
intrigue
—
Stubble
holding
out
that
the
lady
was
a
Duchess
about
Queen
Charlotte’s
court
,
and
Cackle
vowing
she
was
an
opera-singer
of
the
worst
reputation
.
At
this
idea
Dobbin
became
so
moved
,
that
though
his
mouth
was
full
of
eggs
and
bread-and-butter
at
the
time
,
and
though
he
ought
not
to
have
spoken
at
all
,
yet
he
couldn’t
help
blurting
out
,
“
Cackle
,
you’re
a
stupid
fool
.
You’re
always
talking
nonsense
and
scandal
.
Osborne
is
not
going
to
run
off
with
a
Duchess
or
ruin
a
milliner
.
Miss
Sedley
is
one
of
the
most
charming
young
women
that
ever
lived
.
He’s
been
engaged
to
her
ever
so
long
;
and
the
man
who
calls
her
names
had
better
not
do
so
in
my
hearing
.
”
With
which
,
turning
exceedingly
red
,
Dobbin
ceased
speaking
,
and
almost
choked
himself
with
a
cup
of
tea
.
The
story
was
over
the
regiment
in
half-an-hour
;
and
that
very
evening
Mrs.
Major
O’Dowd
wrote
off
to
her
sister
Glorvina
at
O’Dowdstown
not
to
hurry
from
Dublin
,
—
young
Osborne
being
prematurely
engaged
already
.
She
complimented
the
Lieutenant
in
an
appropriate
speech
over
a
glass
of
whisky-toddy
that
evening
,
and
he
went
home
perfectly
furious
to
quarrel
with
Dobbin
,
(
who
had
declined
Mrs.
Major
O’Dowd’s
party
,
and
sat
in
his
own
room
playing
the
flute
,
and
,
I
believe
,
writing
poetry
in
a
very
melancholy
manner
)
—
to
quarrel
with
Dobbin
for
betraying
his
secret
.
“
Who
the
deuce
asked
you
to
talk
about
my
affairs
?
”
Osborne
shouted
indignantly
.
“
Why
the
devil
is
all
the
regiment
to
know
that
I
am
going
to
be
married
?
Why
is
that
tattling
old
harridan
,
Peggy
O’Dowd
,
to
make
free
with
my
name
at
her
d
—
d
supper-table
,
and
advertise
my
engagement
over
the
three
kingdoms
?
After
all
,
what
right
have
you
to
say
I
am
engaged
,
or
to
meddle
in
my
business
at
all
,
Dobbin
?
”
“
It
seems
to
me
,
”
—
Captain
Dobbin
began
.
“
Seems
be
hanged
,
Dobbin
,
”
his
junior
interrupted
him
.
“
I
am
under
obligations
to
you
,
I
know
it
,
a
d
—
d
deal
too
well
too
;
but
I
won’t
be
always
sermonised
by
you
because
you’re
five
years
my
senior
.
I’m
hanged
if
I’ll
stand
your
airs
of
superiority
and
infernal
pity
and
patronage
.
Pity
and
patronage
!
I
should
like
to
know
in
what
I’m
your
inferior
?
”
“
Are
you
engaged
?
”
Captain
Dobbin
interposed
.
“
What
the
devil’s
that
to
you
or
any
one
here
if
I
am
?
”
“
Are
you
ashamed
of
it
?
”
Dobbin
resumed
.
“
What
right
have
you
to
ask
me
that
question
,
sir
?
I
should
like
to
know
,
”
George
said
.
“
Good
God
,
you
don’t
mean
to
say
you
want
to
break
off
?
”
asked
Dobbin
,
starting
up
.
“
In
other
words
,
you
ask
me
if
I’m
a
man
of
honour
,
”
said
Osborne
,
fiercely
;
“
is
that
what
you
mean
?
You’ve
adopted
such
a
tone
regarding
me
lately
that
I’m
—
—
if
I’ll
bear
it
any
more
.
”
“
What
have
I
done
?
I’ve
told
you
you
were
neglecting
a
sweet
girl
,
George
.
I’ve
told
you
that
when
you
go
to
town
you
ought
to
go
to
her
,
and
not
to
the
gambling-houses
about
St.
James’s
.
”
“
You
want
your
money
back
,
I
suppose
,
”
said
George
,
with
a
sneer
.
“
Of
course
I
do
—
I
always
did
,
didn’t
I
?
”
says
Dobbin
.
“
You
speak
like
a
generous
fellow
.
”
“
No
,
hang
it
,
William
,
I
beg
your
pardon
”
—
here
George
interposed
in
a
fit
of
remorse
;
“
you
have
been
my
friend
in
a
hundred
ways
,
Heaven
knows
.
You’ve
got
me
out
of
a
score
of
scrapes
.
When
Crawley
of
the
Guards
won
that
sum
of
money
of
me
I
should
have
been
done
but
for
you
:
I
know
I
should
.
But
you
shouldn’t
deal
so
hardly
with
me
;
you
shouldn’t
be
always
catechising
me
.
I
am
very
fond
of
Amelia
;
I
adore
her
,
and
that
sort
of
thing
.
Don’t
look
angry
.
She’s
faultless
;
I
know
she
is
.
But
you
see
there’s
no
fun
in
winning
a
thing
unless
you
play
for
it
.
Hang
it
:
the
regiment’s
just
back
from
the
West
Indies
,
I
must
have
a
little
fling
,
and
then
when
I’m
married
I’ll
reform
;
I
will
upon
my
honour
,
now
.
And
—
I
say
—
Bob
—
don’t
be
angry
with
me
,
and
I’ll
give
you
a
hundred
next
month
,
when
I
know
my
father
will
stand
something
handsome
;
and
I’ll
ask
Heavytop
for
leave
,
and
I’ll
go
to
town
,
and
see
Amelia
to-morrow
—
there
now
,
will
that
satisfy
you
?
”
“
It
is
impossible
to
be
long
angry
with
you
,
George
,
”
said
the
good-natured
Captain
;
“
and
as
for
the
money
,
old
boy
,
you
know
if
I
wanted
it
you’d
share
your
last
shilling
with
me
.
”
“
That
I
would
,
by
Jove
,
Dobbin
,
”
George
said
,
with
the
greatest
generosity
,
though
by
the
way
he
never
had
any
money
to
spare
.
“
Only
I
wish
you
had
sown
those
wild
oats
of
yours
,
George
.
If
you
could
have
seen
poor
little
Miss
Emmy’s
face
when
she
asked
me
about
you
the
other
day
,
you
would
have
pitched
those
billiard-balls
to
the
deuce
.
Go
and
comfort
her
,
you
rascal
.
Go
and
write
her
a
long
letter
.
Do
something
to
make
her
happy
;
a
very
little
will
.
”
“
I
believe
she’s
d
—
d
fond
of
me
,
”
the
lieutenant
said
,
with
a
self-satisfied
air
;
and
went
off
to
finish
the
evening
with
some
jolly
fellows
in
the
mess
room
.
Amelia
meanwhile
,
in
Russell
Square
,
was
looking
at
the
moon
,
which
was
shining
upon
that
peaceful
spot
,
as
well
as
upon
the
square
of
the
Chatham
barracks
,
where
Lieutenant
Osborne
was
quartered
,
and
thinking
to
herself
how
her
hero
was
employed
.
Perhaps
he
is
visiting
the
sentries
,
thought
she
;
perhaps
he
is
bivouacking
;
perhaps
he
is
attending
the
couch
of
a
wounded
comrade
,
or
studying
the
art
of
war
up
in
his
own
desolate
chamber
.
And
her
kind
thoughts
sped
away
as
if
they
were
angels
and
had
wings
,
and
flying
down
the
river
to
Chatham
and
Rochester
,
strove
to
peep
into
the
barracks
where
George
was
...
.
All
things
considered
,
I
think
it
was
as
well
the
gates
were
shut
,
and
the
sentry
allowed
no
one
to
pass
;
so
that
the
poor
little
white-robed
angel
could
not
hear
the
songs
those
young
fellows
were
roaring
over
the
whisky-punch
.
The
day
after
the
little
conversation
at
Chatham
barracks
,
young
Osborne
,
to
show
that
he
would
be
as
good
as
his
word
,
prepared
to
go
to
town
,
thereby
incurring
Captain
Dobbin’s
applause
.
“
I
should
have
liked
to
make
her
a
little
present
,
”
Osborne
said
to
his
friend
in
confidence
,
“
only
I
am
quite
out
of
cash
until
my
father
tips
up
.
”
But
Dobbin
would
not
allow
this
good
nature
and
generosity
to
be
balked
,
and
so
accommodated
Mr.
Osborne
with
a
few
pound
notes
,
which
the
latter
took
after
a
little
faint
scruple
.
And
I
dare
say
he
would
have
bought
something
very
handsome
for
Amelia
;
only
,
getting
off
the
coach
in
Fleet
Street
,
he
was
attracted
by
a
handsome
shirt-pin
in
a
jeweller’s
window
,
which
he
could
not
resist
;
and
having
paid
for
that
,
had
very
little
money
to
spare
for
indulging
in
any
further
exercise
of
kindness
.
Never
mind
:
you
may
be
sure
it
was
not
his
presents
Amelia
wanted
.
When
he
came
to
Russell
Square
,
her
face
lighted
up
as
if
he
had
been
sunshine
.
The
little
cares
,
fears
,
tears
,
timid
misgivings
,
sleepless
fancies
of
I
don’t
know
how
many
days
and
nights
,
were
forgotten
,
under
one
moment’s
influence
of
that
familiar
irresistible
smile
.
He
beamed
on
her
from
the
drawing-room
door
—
magnificent
,
with
ambrosial
whiskers
,
like
a
god
.
Sambo
,
whose
face
as
he
announced
Captain
Osbin
(
having
conferred
a
brevet
rank
on
that
young
officer
)
blazed
with
a
sympathetic
grin
,
saw
the
little
girl
start
,
and
flush
,
and
jump
up
from
her
watching-place
in
the
window
,
and
Sambo
retreated
:
and
as
soon
as
the
door
was
shut
,
she
went
fluttering
to
Lieutenant
George
Osborne’s
heart
as
if
it
was
the
only
natural
home
for
her
to
nestle
in
.
Oh
,
thou
poor
panting
little
soul
!
The
very
finest
tree
in
the
whole
forest
,
with
the
straightest
stem
,
and
the
strongest
arms
,
and
the
thickest
foliage
,
wherein
you
choose
to
build
and
coo
,
may
be
marked
,
for
what
you
know
,
and
may
be
down
with
a
crash
ere
long
.
What
an
old
,
old
simile
that
is
,
between
man
and
timber
.
In
the
meanwhile
,
George
kissed
her
very
kindly
on
her
forehead
and
glistening
eyes
,
and
was
very
gracious
and
good
;
and
she
thought
his
diamond
shirt-pin
(
which
she
had
not
known
him
to
wear
before
)
the
prettiest
ornament
ever
seen
.
The
observant
reader
,
who
has
marked
our
young
Lieutenant’s
previous
behaviour
,
and
has
preserved
our
report
of
the
brief
conversation
which
he
has
just
had
with
Captain
Dobbin
,
has
possibly
come
to
certain
conclusions
regarding
the
character
of
Mr.
Osborne
.
Some
cynical
Frenchman
has
said
that
there
are
two
parties
to
a
love-transaction
:
the
one
who
loves
and
the
other
who
condescends
to
be
so
treated
.
Perhaps
the
love
is
occasionally
on
the
man’s
side
;
perhaps
on
the
lady’s
.
Perhaps
some
infatuated
swain
has
ere
this
mistaken
insensibility
for
modesty
,
dulness
for
maiden
reserve
,
mere
vacuity
for
sweet
bashfulness
,
and
a
goose
,
in
a
word
,
for
a
swan
.
Perhaps
some
beloved
female
subscriber
has
arrayed
an
ass
in
the
splendour
and
glory
of
her
imagination
;
admired
his
dulness
as
manly
simplicity
;
worshipped
his
selfishness
as
manly
superiority
;
treated
his
stupidity
as
majestic
gravity
,
and
used
him
as
the
brilliant
fairy
Titania
did
a
certain
weaver
at
Athens
.
I
think
I
have
seen
such
comedies
of
errors
going
on
in
the
world
.
But
this
is
certain
,
that
Amelia
believed
her
lover
to
be
one
of
the
most
gallant
and
brilliant
men
in
the
empire
;
and
it
is
possible
Lieutenant
Osborne
thought
so
too
.
He
was
a
little
wild
:
how
many
young
men
are
;
and
don’t
girls
like
a
rake
better
than
a
milksop
?
He
hadn’t
sown
his
wild
oats
as
yet
,
but
he
would
soon
:
and
quit
the
army
now
that
peace
was
proclaimed
;
the
Corsican
monster
locked
up
at
Elba
;
promotion
by
consequence
over
;
and
no
chance
left
for
the
display
of
his
undoubted
military
talents
and
valour
:
and
his
allowance
,
with
Amelia’s
settlement
,
would
enable
them
to
take
a
snug
place
in
the
country
somewhere
,
in
a
good
sporting
neighbourhood
;
and
he
would
hunt
a
little
,
and
farm
a
little
;
and
they
would
be
very
happy
.
As
for
remaining
in
the
army
as
a
married
man
,
that
was
impossible
.
Fancy
Mrs.
George
Osborne
in
lodgings
in
a
county
town
;
or
;
worse
still
,
in
the
East
or
West
Indies
,
with
a
society
of
officers
,
and
patronised
by
Mrs.
Major
O’Dowd
!
Amelia
died
with
laughing
at
Osborne’s
stories
about
Mrs.
Major
O’Dowd
He
loved
her
much
too
fondly
to
subject
her
to
that
horrid
woman
and
her
vulgarities
,
and
the
rough
treatment
of
a
soldier’s
wife
.
He
didn’t
care
for
himself
—
not
he
;
but
his
dear
little
girl
should
take
the
place
in
society
to
which
,
as
his
wife
,
she
was
entitled
:
and
to
these
proposals
you
may
be
sure
she
acceded
,
as
she
would
to
any
other
from
the
same
author
.
Holding
this
kind
of
conversation
,
and
building
numberless
castles
in
the
air
(
which
Amelia
adorned
with
all
sorts
of
flower-gardens
,
rustic
walks
,
country
churches
,
Sunday
schools
,
and
the
like
;
while
George
had
his
mind’s
eye
directed
to
the
stables
,
the
kennel
,
and
the
cellar
)
,
this
young
pair
passed
away
a
couple
of
hours
very
pleasantly
;
and
as
the
Lieutenant
had
only
that
single
day
in
town
,
and
a
great
deal
of
most
important
business
to
transact
,
it
was
proposed
that
Miss
Emmy
should
dine
with
her
future
sisters-in-law
.
This
invitation
was
accepted
joyfully
He
conducted
her
to
his
sisters
;
where
he
left
her
talking
and
prattling
in
a
way
that
astonished
those
ladies
,
who
thought
that
George
might
make
something
of
her
;
and
he
then
went
oft
to
transact
his
business
.
In
a
word
,
he
went
out
and
ate
ices
at
a
pastry-cook’s
shop
in
Charging
Cross
;
tried
a
new
coat
in
Pall
Mall
;
dropped
in
at
the
Old
Slaughters’
,
and
called
for
Captain
Cannon
,
played
eleven
games
at
billiards
with
the
Captain
,
of
which
he
won
eight
,
and
returned
to
Russell
Square
half-an-hour
late
for
dinner
,
but
in
very
good
humour
.
It
was
not
so
with
old
Mr.
Osborne
.
When
that
gentleman
came
from
the
City
,
and
was
welcomed
in
the
drawing
room
by
his
daughters
and
the
elegant
Miss
Wirt
,
they
saw
at
once
by
his
face
—
which
was
puffy
,
solemn
,
and
yellow
at
the
best
of
times
—
and
by
the
scowl
and
twitching
of
his
black
eye-brows
,
that
the
heart
within
his
large
white
waistcoat
was
disturbed
and
uneasy
.
When
Amelia
stepped
forward
to
salute
him
,
which
she
always
did
with
great
trembling
and
timidity
,
he
gave
a
surly
grunt
of
recognition
,
and
dropped
the
little
hand
out
of
his
great
hirsute
paw
without
any
attempt
to
hold
it
there
.
He
looked
round
gloomily
at
his
eldest
daughter
;
who
,
comprehending
the
meaning
of
his
look
,
which
asked
unmistakably
,
“
Why
the
devil
is
she
here
?
”
said
at
once
:
—
“
George
is
in
town
,
Papa
;
and
has
gone
to
the
Horse
Guards
,
and
will
be
back
to
dinner
.
”
‘O
he
is
,
is
he
?
I
won’t
have
the
dinner
kept
waiting
for
him
,
Jane
;
”
with
which
this
worthy
man
lapsed
into
his
particular
chair
,
and
then
the
utter
silence
in
his
genteel
,
well-furnished
drawing-room
was
only
interrupted
by
the
alarmed
ticking
of
the
great
French
clock
.
When
that
chronometer
,
which
was
surmounted
by
a
cheerful
brass
group
of
the
sacrifice
of
Iphigenia
,
tolled
five
in
a
heavy
cathedral
tone
,
Mr.
Osborne
pulled
the
bell
at
his
right
hand
violently
,
and
the
butler
rushed
up
.
“
Dinner
!
”
roared
Mr.
Osborne
.
“
Mr.
George
isn’t
come
in
,
sir
,
”
interposed
the
man
.
“
Damn
Mr.
George
,
sir
.
Am
I
master
of
the
house
?
DINNER
!
”
Mr.
Osborne
scowled
.
Amelia
trembled
.
A
telegraphic
communication
of
eyes
passed
between
the
other
three
ladies
.
The
obedient
bell
in
the
lower
regions
began
ringing
the
announcement
of
the
meal
.
The
tolling
over
,
the
head
of
the
family
thrust
his
hands
into
the
great
tailpockets
of
his
great
blue
coat
and
brass
buttons
,
and
without
waiting
for
a
further
announcement
,
strode
down
stairs
alone
,
scowling
over
his
shoulder
at
the
four
females
.
“
What’s
the
matter
now
,
my
dear
?
”
asked
one
of
the
other
,
as
they
rose
and
tripped
gingerly
behind
the
sire
.
“
I
suppose
the
funds
are
falling
,
”
whispered
Miss
Wirt
;
and
so
,
trembling
and
in
silence
,
this
hushed
female
company
followed
their
dark
leader
.
They
took
their
places
in
silence
.
He
growled
out
a
blessing
,
which
sounded
as
gruffly
as
a
curse
.
The
great
silver
dish-covers
were
removed
.
Amelia
trembled
in
her
place
,
for
she
was
next
to
the
awful
Osborne
,
and
alone
on
her
side
of
the
table
—
the
gap
being
occasioned
by
the
absence
of
George
.
“
Soup
?
”
says
Mr.
Osborne
,
clutching
the
ladle
,
fixing
his
eyes
on
her
,
in
a
sepulchral
tone
;
and
having
helped
her
and
the
rest
,
did
not
speak
for
a
while
.
“
Take
Miss
Sedley’s
plate
away
,
”
at
last
he
said
.
“
She
can’t
eat
the
soup
—
no
more
can
I
.
It’s
beastly
.
Take
away
the
soup
,
Hicks
,
and
to-morrow
turn
the
clock
out
of
the
house
,
Jane
.
”
Having
concluded
his
observations
upon
the
soup
,
Mr.
Osborne
made
a
few
curt
remarks
respecting
the
fish
,
also
of
a
savage
and
satirical
tendency
,
and
cursed
Billingsgate
with
an
emphasis
quite
worthy
of
the
place
.
Then
he
lapsed
into
silence
,
and
swallowed
sundry
glasses
of
wine
,
looking
more
and
more
terrible
,
till
a
brisk
knock
at
the
door
told
of
George’s
arrival
,
when
everybody
began
to
rally
.
“
He
could
not
come
before
.
General
Daguilet
had
kept
him
waiting
at
the
Horse
Guards
.
Never
mind
soup
or
fish
.
Give
him
anything
—
he
didn’t
care
what
.
Capital
mutton
—
capital
everything
.
”
His
good
humour
contrasted
with
his
father’s
severity
;
and
he
rattled
on
unceasingly
during
dinner
,
to
the
delight
of
all
—
of
one
especially
,
who
need
not
be
mentioned
.
As
soon
as
the
young
ladies
had
discussed
the
orange
and
the
glass
of
wine
which
formed
the
ordinary
conclusion
of
the
dismal
banquets
at
Mr.
Osborne’s
house
,
the
signal
to
make
sail
for
the
drawing-room
was
given
,
and
they
all
arose
and
departed
.
Amelia
hoped
George
would
soon
join
them
there
.
She
began
playing
some
of
his
favourite
waltzes
(
then
newly
imported
)
at
the
great
carved-legged
,
leather-cased
grand
piano
in
the
drawing-room
overhead
.
This
little
artifice
did
not
bring
him
.
He
was
deaf
to
the
waltzes
;
they
grew
fainter
and
fainter
;
the
discomfited
performer
left
the
huge
instrument
presently
;
and
though
her
three
friends
performed
some
of
the
loudest
and
most
brilliant
new
pieces
of
their
rèpertoire
,
she
did
not
hear
a
single
note
,
but
state
thinking
,
and
boding
evil
.
Old
Osborne’s
scowl
,
terrific
always
,
had
never
before
looked
so
deadly
to
her
.
His
eyes
followed
her
out
of
the
room
,
as
if
she
had
been
guilty
of
something
.
When
they
brought
her
coffee
,
she
started
as
though
it
were
a
cup
of
poison
which
Mr.
Hicks
,
the
butler
,
wished
to
propose
to
her
.
What
mystery
was
there
lurking
?
Oh
,
those
women
.
They
nurse
and
cuddle
their
presentiments
,
and
make
darlings
of
their
ugliest
thoughts
,
as
they
do
of
their
deformed
children
.
The
gloom
on
the
paternal
countenance
had
also
impressed
George
Osborne
with
anxiety
.
With
such
eyebrows
,
and
a
look
so
decidedly
bilious
,
how
was
he
to
extract
that
money
from
the
governor
,
of
which
George
was
consumedly
in
want
?
He
began
praising
his
father’s
wine
.
That
was
generally
a
successful
means
of
cajoling
the
old
gentleman
.
“
We
never
got
such
Madeira
in
the
West
Indies
,
sir
,
as
yours
.
Colonel
Heavytop
took
off
three
bottles
of
that
you
sent
me
down
,
under
his
belt
the
other
day
.
”
“
Did
he
?
”
said
the
old
gentleman
.
“
It
stands
me
in
eight
shillings
a
bottle
.
”
“
Will
you
take
six
guineas
a
dozen
for
it
,
sir
?
”
said
George
,
with
a
laugh
.
“
There’s
one
of
the
greatest
men
in
the
kingdom
wants
some
.
”
“
Does
he
?
”
growled
the
senior
.
“
Wish
he
may
get
it
.
”
“
When
General
Daguilet
was
at
Chatham
,
sir
,
Heavytop
gave
him
a
breakfast
,
and
asked
me
for
some
of
the
wine
.
The
General
liked
it
just
as
well
—
wanted
a
pipe
for
the
Commander-in-chief
.
He’s
his
Royal
Highness’
righthand
man
.
”
“
It
is
devilish
fine
wine
,
”
said
the
Eyebrows
,
and
they
looked
more
good-humoured
;
and
George
was
going
to
take
advantage
of
this
complacency
,
and
bring
the
supply
question
on
the
mahogany
,
when
the
father
,
relapsing
into
solemnity
,
though
rather
cordial
in
manner
,
bade
him
ring
the
bell
for
claret
.
“
And
we’ll
see
if
that’s
as
good
as
the
Madeira
,
George
,
to
which
his
Royal
Highness
is
welcome
,
I’m
sure
.
And
as
we
are
drinking
it
,
I’ll
talk
to
you
about
a
matter
of
importance
.
”
Amelia
heard
the
claret
bell
ringing
as
she
sat
nervously
upstairs
.
She
thought
,
somehow
,
it
was
a
mysterious
and
presentimental
bell
.
Of
the
presentiments
which
some
people
are
always
having
,
some
surely
must
come
right
.
“
What
I
want
to
know
,
George
,
”
the
old
gentleman
said
,
after
slowly
smacking
his
first
bumper
—
“
What
I
want
to
know
is
,
how
you
and
—
ah
—
that
little
thing
upstairs
,
are
carrying
on
?
”
“
I
think
,
sir
,
it’s
not
hard
to
see
,
”
George
said
,
with
a
self-satisfied
grin
.
“
Pretty
clear
,
sir
.
—
What
capital
wine
!
”
“
What
d’you
mean
,
pretty
clear
,
sir
?
”
“
Why
,
hang
it
,
sir
,
don’t
push
me
too
hard
.
I’m
a
modest
man
.
I
—
ah
—
I
don’t
set
up
to
be
a
lady-killer
;
but
I
do
own
that
she’s
as
devilish
fond
of
me
as
she
can
be
.
Anybody
can
see
that
with
half
an
eye
.
”
“
And
you
yourself
?
”
“
Why
,
sir
,
didn’t
you
order
me
to
marry
her
,
and
ain’t
I
a
good
boy
?
Haven’t
our
Papas
settled
it
ever
so
long
?
”
“
A
pretty
boy
,
indeed
.
Haven’t
I
heard
of
your
doings
,
sir
,
with
Lord
Tarquin
,
Captain
Crawley
of
the
guards
,
the
Honourable
Mr.
Deuceace
and
that
set
.
Have
a
care
,
sir
,
have
a
care
.
”
The
old
gentleman
pronounced
these
aristocratic
names
with
the
greatest
gusto
.
Whenever
he
met
a
great
man
he
grovelled
before
him
,
and
my-lorded
him
as
only
a
freeborn
Briton
can
do
.
He
came
home
and
looked
out
his
history
in
the
Peerage
;
he
introduced
his
name
into
his
daily
conversation
;
he
bragged
about
his
Lordship
to
his
daughters
.
He
fell
down
prostrate
and
basked
in
him
as
a
Neapolitan
beggar
does
in
the
sun
.
George
was
alarmed
when
he
heard
the
names
.
He
feared
his
father
might
have
been
informed
of
certain
transactions
at
play
.
But
the
old
moralist
eased
him
by
saying
serenely
:
—
“
Well
,
well
,
young
men
will
be
young
men
.
And
the
comfort
to
me
is
,
George
,
that
living
in
the
best
society
in
England
,
as
I
hope
you
do
;
as
I
think
you
do
;
as
my
means
will
allow
you
to
do
—
”
“
Thank
you
,
sir
,
”
says
George
,
making
his
point
at
once
.
“
One
can’t
live
with
these
great
folks
for
nothing
;
and
my
purse
,
sir
,
look
at
it
;
”
and
he
held
up
a
little
token
which
had
been
netted
by
Amelia
,
and
contained
the
very
last
of
Dobbin’s
pound
notes
.
“
You
shan’t
want
,
sir
.
The
British
merchant’s
son
shan’t
want
.
sir
.
My
guineas
are
as
good
as
theirs
,
George
,
my
boy
;
and
I
don’t
grudge
’em
.
Call
on
Mr.
Chopper
as
you
go
through
the
City
to-morrow
;
he’ll
have
something
for
you
.
I
don’t
grudge
money
when
I
know
you’re
in
good
society
,
because
I
know
that
good
society
can
never
go
wrong
.
There’s
no
pride
in
me
.
I
was
a
humbly
born
man
—
but
you
have
had
advantages
.
Make
a
good
use
of
’em
.
Mix
with
the
young
nobility
.
There’s
many
of
’em
who
can’t
spend
a
dollar
to
your
guinea
,
my
boy
.
And
as
for
the
pink
bonnets
(
here
from
under
the
heavy
eyebrows
there
came
a
knowing
and
not
very
pleasing
leer
)
—
why
boys
will
be
boys
.
Only
there’s
one
thing
I
order
you
to
avoid
,
which
,
if
you
do
not
,
I’ll
cut
you
off
with
a
shilling
,
by
Jove
;
and
that’s
gambling
,
sir
.
”
“
Oh
,
of
course
,
sir
,
”
said
George
.
“
But
to
return
to
the
other
business
about
Amelia
:
why
shouldn’t
you
marry
higher
than
a
stock-broker’s
daughter
,
George
—
that’s
what
I
want
to
know
?
”
“
It’s
a
family
business
,
sir
,
”
says
George
,
cracking
filberts
.
“
You
and
Mr.
Sedley
made
the
match
a
hundred
years
ago
.
”
“
I
don’t
deny
it
;
but
people’s
positions
alter
,
sir
.
I
don’t
deny
that
Sedley
made
my
fortune
,
or
rather
put
me
in
the
way
of
acquiring
,
by
my
own
talents
and
genius
,
that
proud
position
,
which
,
I
may
say
,
I
occupy
in
the
tallow
trade
and
the
City
of
London
.
I’ve
shown
my
gratitude
to
Sedley
;
and
he’s
tried
it
of
late
,
sir
,
as
my
chequebook
can
show
.
George
!
I
tell
you
in
confidence
I
don’t
like
the
looks
of
Mr.
Sedley’s
affairs
.
My
chief
clerk
,
Mr.
Chopper
,
does
not
like
the
looks
of
’em
,
and
he’s
an
old
file
,
and
knows
’Change
as
well
as
any
man
in
London
.
Hulker
+
Bullock
are
looking
shy
at
him
.
He’s
been
dabbling
on
his
own
account
I
fear
.
They
say
the
Jeune
Amèlie
was
his
,
which
was
taken
by
the
Yankee
privateer
Molasses
.
And
that’s
flat
,
—
unless
I
see
Amelia’s
ten
thousand
down
you
don’t
marry
her
.
I’
ll
have
no
lame
duck’s
daughter
in
my
family
.
Pass
the
wine
,
sir
—
or
ring
for
coffee
.
”
With
which
Mr.
Osborne
spread
out
the
evening
paper
,
and
George
knew
from
this
signal
that
the
colloquy
was
ended
,
and
that
his
Papa
was
about
to
take
a
nap
.
He
hurried
upstairs
to
Amelia
in
the
highest
spirits
.
What
was
it
that
made
him
more
attentive
to
her
on
that
night
than
he
had
been
for
a
long
time
—
more
eager
to
amuse
her
,
more
tender
,
more
brilliant
in
talk
?
Was
it
that
his
generous
heart
warmed
to
her
at
the
prospect
of
misfortune
;
or
that
the
idea
of
losing
the
dear
little
prize
made
him
value
it
more
?
She
lived
upon
the
recollections
of
that
happy
evening
for
many
days
afterwards
,
remembering
his
words
;
his
looks
;
the
song
he
sang
;
his
attitude
,
as
he
leant
over
her
or
looked
at
her
from
a
distance
.
As
it
seemed
to
her
,
no
night
ever
passed
so
quickly
at
Mr.
Osborne’s
house
before
;
and
for
once
this
young
person
was
almost
provoked
to
be
angry
by
the
premature
arrival
of
Mr.
Sambo
with
her
shawl
.
George
came
and
took
a
tender
leave
of
her
the
next
morning
;
and
then
hurried
off
to
the
City
,
where
he
visited
Mr.
Chopper
,
his
father’s
head
man
,
and
received
from
that
gentleman
a
document
which
he
exchanged
at
Hulker
+
Bullock’s
for
a
whole
pocket-full
of
money
.
As
George
entered
the
house
,
old
John
Sedley
was
passing
out
of
the
banker’s
parlour
,
looking
very
dismal
.
But
his
godson
was
much
too
elated
to
mark
the
worthy
stock-broker’s
depression
,
or
the
dreary
eyes
which
the
kind
old
gentleman
cast
upon
him
.
Young
Bullock
did
not
come
grinning
out
of
the
parlour
with
him
as
had
been
his
wont
in
former
years
.
And
as
the
swinging
doors
of
Hulker
,
Bullock
+
Co.
closed
upon
Mr.
Sedley
,
Mr.
Quill
,
the
cashier
(
whose
benevolent
occupation
it
is
to
hand
out
crisp
bank-notes
from
a
drawer
and
dispense
sovereigns
out
of
a
copper
shovel
)
,
winked
at
Mr.
Driver
,
the
clerk
at
the
desk
on
his
right
.
Mr.
Driver
winked
again
.
“
No
go
,
”
Mr.
D
.
whispered
.
“
Not
at
no
price
,
”
Mr.
Q
.
said
.
“
Mr.
George
Osborne
,
sir
,
how
will
you
take
it
?
”
George
crammed
eagerly
a
quantity
of
notes
into
his
pockets
,
and
paid
Dobbin
fifty
pounds
that
very
evening
at
mess
.
The
very
evening
Amelia
wrote
him
the
tenderest
of
long
letters
.
Her
heart
was
overflowing
with
tenderness
,
but
it
still
foreboded
evil
.
What
was
the
cause
of
Mr.
Osborne’s
dark
looks
?
she
asked
.
Had
any
difference
arisen
between
him
and
her
papa
?
Her
poor
papa
returned
so
melancholy
from
the
City
,
that
all
were
alarmed
about
him
at
home
—
in
fine
,
there
were
four
pages
of
loves
and
fears
and
hopes
and
forebodings
.
“
Poor
little
Emmy
—
dear
little
Emmy
.
How
fond
she
is
of
me
,
”
George
said
,
as
he
perused
the
missive
—
“
and
Gad
,
what
a
headache
that
mixed
punch
has
given
me
!
”
Poor
little
Emmy
,
indeed
.
XIV
.
Miss
Crawley
at
Home
ABOUT
this
time
there
drove
up
to
an
exceedingly
snug
and
well
appointed
house
in
Park
Lane
,
a
travelling
chariot
with
a
lozenge
on
the
panels
,
a
discontented
female
in
a
green
veil
and
crimped
curls
on
the
rumble
,
and
a
large
and
confidential
man
on
the
box
.
It
was
the
equipage
of
our
friend
Miss
Crawley
,
returning
from
Hants
.
The
carriage
windows
were
shut
;
the
fat
spaniel
,
whose
head
and
tongue
ordinarily
lolled
out
of
one
of
them
,
reposed
on
the
lap
of
the
discontented
female
.
When
the
vehicle
stopped
,
a
large
round
bundle
of
shawls
was
taken
out
of
the
carriage
by
the
aid
of
various
domestics
and
a
young
lady
who
accompanied
the
heap
of
cloaks
.
That
bundle
contained
Miss
Crawley
,
who
was
conveyed
upstairs
forthwith
,
and
put
into
a
bed
and
chamber
warmed
properly
as
for
the
reception
of
an
invalid
.
Messengers
went
off
for
her
physician
and
medical
man
.
They
came
,
consulted
,
prescribed
,
vanished
.
The
young
companion
of
Miss
Crawley
,
at
the
conclusion
of
their
interview
,
came
in
to
receive
their
instructions
,
and
administered
those
antiphlogistic
medicines
which
the
eminent
men
ordered
.
Captain
Crawley
of
the
Life
Guards
rode
up
from
Knightsbridge
Barracks
the
next
day
;
his
black
charger
pawed
the
straw
before
his
invalid
aunt’s
door
.
He
was
most
affectionate
in
his
inquiries
regarding
that
amiable
relative
.
There
seemed
to
be
much
source
of
apprehension
.
He
found
Miss
Crawley’s
maid
(
the
discontented
female
)
unusually
sulky
and
despondent
;
he
found
Miss
Briggs
,
her
dame
de
compagnie
,
in
tears
alone
in
the
drawing-room
.
She
had
hastened
home
,
hearing
of
her
beloved
friend’s
illness
.
She
wished
to
fly
to
her
couch
,
that
couch
which
she
,
Briggs
,
had
so
often
smoothed
in
the
hour
of
sickness
.
She
was
denied
admission
to
Miss
Crawley’s
apartment
.
A
stranger
was
administering
her
medicines
—
a
stranger
from
the
country
—
an
odious
Miss
...
—
tears
choked
the
utterance
of
the
dame
de
compagnie
,
and
she
buried
her
crushed
affections
and
her
poor
old
red
nose
in
her
pocket
handkerchief
.
Rawdon
Crawley
sent
up
his
name
by
the
sulky
femme
de
chambre
,
and
Miss
Crawley’s
new
companion
,
coming
tripping
down
from
the
sick-room
,
put
a
little
hand
into
his
as
he
stepped
forward
eagerly
to
meet
her
,
gave
a
glance
of
great
scorn
at
the
bewildered
Briggs
,
and
beckoning
the
young
Guardsman
out
of
the
back
drawing-room
,
led
him
downstairs
into
that
now
desolate
dining-parlour
,
where
so
many
a
good
dinner
had
been
celebrated
.
Here
these
two
talked
for
ten
minutes
,
discussing
,
no
doubt
,
the
symptoms
of
the
old
invalid
above
stairs
;
at
the
end
of
which
period
the
parlour
bell
was
rung
briskly
,
and
answered
on
that
instant
by
Mr.
Bowls
,
Miss
Crawley’s
large
confidential
butler
(
who
,
indeed
,
happened
to
be
at
the
keyhole
during
the
most
part
of
the
interview
)
;
and
the
Captain
coming
out
,
curling
his
moustachios
,
mounted
the
black
charger
pawing
among
the
straw
,
to
the
admiration
of
the
little
blackguard
boys
collected
in
the
street
.
He
looked
in
at
the
dining-room
window
,
managing
his
horse
,
which
curvetted
and
capered
beautifully
—
for
one
instant
the
young
person
might
be
seen
at
the
window
,
when
her
figure
vanished
,
and
,
doubtless
,
she
went
upstairs
again
to
resume
the
affecting
duties
of
benevolence
.
Who
could
this
young
woman
be
,
I
wonder
?
That
evening
a
little
dinner
for
two
persons
was
laid
in
the
dining-room
—
when
Mrs.
Firkin
,
the
lady’s
maid
,
pushed
into
her
mistress’s
apartment
,
and
bustled
about
there
during
the
vacancy
occasioned
by
the
departure
of
the
new
nurse
—
and
the
latter
and
Miss
Briggs
sat
down
to
the
neat
little
meal
.
Briggs
was
so
much
choked
by
emotion
that
she
could
hardly
take
a
morsel
of
meat
.
The
young
person
carved
a
fowl
with
the
utmost
delicacy
,
and
asked
so
distinctly
for
egg-sauce
,
that
poor
Briggs
,
before
whom
that
delicious
condiment
was
placed
,
started
,
made
a
great
clattering
with
the
ladle
,
and
once
more
fell
back
in
the
most
gushing
hysterical
state
.
“
Had
you
not
better
give
Miss
Briggs
a
glass
of
wine
?
”
said
the
person
to
Mr.
Bowls
,
the
large
confidential
man
.
He
did
so
.
Briggs
seized
it
mechanically
,
gasped
it
down
convulsively
,
moaned
a
little
,
and
began
to
play
with
the
chicken
on
her
plate
.
“
I
think
we
shall
be
able
to
help
each
other
,
”
said
the
person
with
great
suavity
:
“
and
shall
have
no
need
of
Mr.
Bowls’s
kind
services
.
Mr.
Bowls
,
if
you
please
,
we
will
ring
when
we
want
you
.
”
He
went
downstairs
,
where
,
by
the
way
,
he
vented
the
most
horrid
curses
upon
the
unoffending
footman
,
his
subordinate
.
“
It
is
a
pity
you
take
on
so
,
Miss
Briggs
,
”
the
young
lady
said
,
with
a
cool
,
slightly
sarcastic
,
air
.
“
My
dearest
friend
is
so
ill
,
and
wo
—
o
—
o
—
on’t
see
me
,
”
gurgled
out
Briggs
in
an
agony
of
renewed
grief
.
“
She’s
not
very
ill
any
more
.
Console
yourself
,
dear
Miss
Briggs
.
She
has
only
overeaten
herself
—
that
is
all
.
She
is
greatly
better
.
She
will
soon
be
quite
restored
again
.
She
is
weak
from
being
cupped
and
from
medical
treatment
,
but
she
will
rally
immediately
.
Pray
console
yourself
,
and
take
a
little
more
wine
.
”
“
But
why
,
why
won’t
she
see
me
again
?
”
Miss
Briggs
bleated
out
.
“
Oh
,
Matilda
,
Matilda
,
after
three-and-twenty
years’
tenderness
!
is
this
the
return
to
your
poor
,
poor
Arabella
?
”
“
Don’t
cry
too
much
,
poor
Arabella
,
”
the
other
said
(
with
ever
so
little
of
a
grin
)
;
“
she
only
won’t
see
you
,
because
she
says
you
don’t
nurse
her
as
well
as
I
do
.
It’s
no
pleasure
to
me
to
sit
up
all
night
.
I
wish
you
might
do
it
instead
.
”
“
Have
I
not
tended
that
dear
couch
for
years
?
”
Arabella
said
,
“
and
now
—
—
”
“
Now
she
prefers
somebody
else
.
Well
,
sick
people
have
these
fancies
,
and
must
be
humoured
.
When
she’s
well
I
shall
go
.
”
“
Never
,
never
,
”
Arabella
exclaimed
,
madly
inhaling
her
salts-bottle
.
“
Never
be
well
or
never
go
,
Miss
Briggs
?
”
the
other
said
,
with
the
same
provoking
good-nature
.
“
Pooh
—
she
will
be
well
in
a
fortnight
,
when
I
shall
go
back
to
my
little
pupils
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
and
to
their
mother
,
who
is
a
great
deal
more
sick
than
our
friend
.
You
need
not
be
jealous
about
me
,
my
dear
Miss
Briggs
.
I
am
a
poor
little
girl
without
any
friends
,
or
any
harm
in
me
.
I
don’t
want
to
supplant
you
in
Miss
Crawley’s
good
graces
.
She
will
forget
me
a
week
after
I
am
gone
:
and
her
affection
for
you
has
been
the
work
of
years
.
Give
me
a
little
wine
if
you
please
,
my
dear
Miss
Briggs
,
and
let
us
be
friends
.
I’m
sure
I
want
friends
.
”
The
placable
and
soft-hearted
Briggs
speechlessly
pushed
out
her
hand
at
this
appeal
;
but
she
felt
the
desertion
most
keenly
for
all
that
,
and
bitterly
,
bitterly
moaned
the
fickleness
of
her
Matilda
.
At
the
end
of
half
an
hour
,
the
meal
over
,
Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
(
for
such
,
astonishing
to
state
,
is
the
name
of
her
who
has
been
described
ingeniously
as
“
the
person
”
hitherto
)
,
went
upstairs
again
to
her
patient’s
rooms
,
from
which
,
with
the
most
engaging
politeness
,
she
eliminated
poor
Firkin
.
“
Thank
you
,
Mrs.
Firkin
,
that
will
quite
do
;
how
nicely
you
make
it
!
I
will
ring
when
anything
is
wanted
.
”
“
Thank
you
;
”
and
Firkin
came
downstairs
in
a
tempest
of
jealousy
,
only
the
more
dangerous
because
she
was
forced
to
confine
it
in
her
own
bosom
.
Could
it
be
the
tempest
which
,
as
she
passed
the
landing
of
the
first
floor
,
blew
open
the
drawing-room
door
?
No
;
it
was
stealthily
opened
by
the
hand
of
Briggs
.
Briggs
had
been
on
the
watch
.
Briggs
too
well
heard
the
creaking
Firkin
descend
the
stairs
,
and
the
clink
of
the
spoon
and
gruel-basin
the
neglected
female
carried
.
“
Well
,
Firkin
?
”
says
she
,
as
the
other
entered
the
apartment
.
“
Well
,
Jane
?
”
“
Wuss
and
wuss
,
Miss
B
.
,
”
Firkin
said
,
wagging
her
head
.
“
Is
she
not
better
then
?
”
“
She
never
spoke
but
once
,
and
I
asked
her
if
she
felt
a
little
more
easy
,
and
she
told
me
to
hold
my
stupid
tongue
.
Oh
,
Miss
B
.
,
I
never
thought
to
have
seen
this
day
!
”
And
the
water-works
again
began
to
play
.
“
What
sort
of
a
person
is
this
Miss
Sharp
,
Firkin
?
I
little
thought
,
while
enjoying
my
Christmas
revels
in
the
elegant
home
of
my
firm
friends
,
the
Reverend
Lionel
Delamere
and
his
amiable
lady
,
to
find
a
stranger
had
taken
my
place
in
the
affections
of
my
dearest
,
my
still
dearest
Matilda
!
”
Miss
Briggs
,
it
will
be
seen
by
her
language
,
was
of
a
literary
and
sentimental
turn
,
and
had
once
published
a
volume
of
poems
—
“
Trills
of
the
Nightingale
”
—
by
subscription
.
“
Miss
B
.
,
they
are
all
infatyated
about
that
young
woman
,
”
Firkin
replied
.
“
Sir
Pitt
wouldn’t
have
let
her
go
,
but
he
daredn’t
refuse
Miss
Crawley
anything
.
Mrs.
Bute
at
the
Rectory
jist
as
bad
—
never
happy
out
of
her
sight
.
The
Capting
quite
wild
about
her
.
Mr.
Crawley
mortial
jealous
.
Since
Miss
C
.
was
took
ill
,
she
won’t
have
nobody
near
her
but
Miss
Sharp
,
I
can’t
tell
for
where
nor
for
why
;
and
I
think
somethink
has
bewidged
everybody
.
”
Rebecca
passed
that
night
in
constant
watching
upon
Miss
Crawley
;
the
next
night
the
old
lady
slept
so
comfortably
,
that
Rebecca
had
time
for
several
hours’
comfortably
,
repose
herself
on
the
sofa
,
at
the
foot
of
her
patroness’s
bed
;
very
soon
,
Miss
Crawley
was
so
well
that
she
sat
up
and
laughed
heartily
at
a
perfect
imitation
of
Miss
Briggs
and
her
grief
,
which
Rebecca
described
to
her
.
Briggs’
weeping
snuffle
,
and
her
manner
of
using
the
handkerchief
,
were
so
completely
rendered
,
that
Miss
Crawley
became
quite
cheerful
,
to
the
admiration
of
the
doctors
when
they
visited
her
,
who
usually
found
this
worthy
woman
of
the
world
,
when
the
least
sickness
attacked
her
,
under
the
most
abject
depression
and
terror
of
death
.
Captain
Crawley
came
every
day
,
and
received
bulletins
from
Miss
Rebecca
respecting
his
aunt’s
health
.
This
improved
so
rapidly
,
that
poor
Briggs
was
allowed
to
see
her
patroness
;
and
persons
with
tender
hearts
may
imagine
the
smothered
emotions
of
that
sentimental
female
,
and
the
affecting
nature
of
the
interview
.
Miss
Crawley
liked
