Steyne’s—
and
there
he
sat
at
Polonia’s
table
,
and
she
saw
him
.
The
scar
cut
by
the
diamond
on
his
white
,
bald
,
shining
forehead
,
made
a
burning
red
mark
;
his
red
whiskers
were
dyed
of
a
purple
hue
,
which
made
his
pale
face
look
still
paler
.
He
wore
his
collar
and
orders
,
his
blue
ribbon
and
garter
.
He
was
a
greater
prince
than
any
there
,
though
there
was
a
reigning
duke
and
a
royal
highness
,
with
their
princesses
,
and
near
his
lordship
was
seated
the
beautiful
Countess
of
Belladonna
,
née
de
Glandier
,
whose
husband
(
the
Count
Paolo
della
Belladonna
)
,
so
well
known
for
his
brilliant
entomological
collections
,
had
been
long
absent
on
a
mission
to
the
Emperor
of
Morocco
.
When
Becky
beheld
that
familiar
and
illustrious
face
,
how
vulgar
all
of
a
sudden
did
Major
Loder
appear
to
her
,
and
how
that
odious
Captain
Rook
did
smell
of
tobacco
!
In
one
instant
she
reassumed
her
fine-ladyship
,
and
tried
to
look
and
feel
as
if
she
were
in
May
Fair
once
more
.
“
That
woman
looks
stupid
and
ill-humoured
,
”
she
thought
;
“
I
am
sure
she
can’t
amuse
him
.
No
,
he
must
be
bored
by
her
—
he
never
was
by
me
.
”
A
hundred
such
touching
hopes
,
fears
,
and
memories
palpitated
in
her
little
heart
,
as
she
looked
with
her
brightest
eyes
(
the
rouge
which
she
wore
up
to
her
eyelids
made
them
twinkle
)
towards
the
great
nobleman
.
Of
a
Star
and
Garter
night
Lord
Steyne
used
also
to
put
on
his
grandest
manner
,
and
to
look
and
speak
like
a
great
prince
,
as
he
was
.
Becky
admired
him
smilingly
sumptuously
,
easy
,
lofty
,
and
stately
.
Ah
,
bon
Dieu
,
what
a
pleasant
companion
he
was
,
what
a
brilliant
wit
,
what
a
rich
fund
of
talk
,
what
a
grand
manner
!
—
and
she
had
exchanged
this
for
Major
Loder
,
reeking
of
cigars
and
brandy-and-water
,
and
Captain
Rook
with
his
horse-jockey
jokes
,
and
prize-ring
slang
,
and
their
like
.
“
I
wonder
whether
he
will
know
me
,
”
she
thought
.
Lord
Steyne
was
talking
and
laughing
with
a
great
and
illustrious
lady
at
his
side
,
when
he
looked
up
and
saw
Becky
.
She
was
all
over
in
a
flutter
as
their
eyes
met
,
and
she
put
on
the
very
best
smile
she
could
muster
,
and
dropped
him
a
little
timid
,
imploring
curtsey
.
He
stared
aghast
at
her
for
a
minute
,
as
Macbeth
might
on
beholding
Banquo’s
sudden
appearance
at
his
ball-supper
;
and
remained
looking
at
her
with
open
mouth
,
when
that
horrid
Major
Loder
pulled
her
away
.
“
Come
away
into
the
supper-room
,
Mrs.
R
.
,
”
was
that
gentleman’s
remark
:
“
seeing
these
nobs
grubbing
away
has
made
me
peckish
too
.
Let’s
go
and
try
the
old
governor’s
champagne
.
”
Becky
thought
the
Major
had
had
a
great
deal
too
much
already
.
The
day
after
she
went
to
walk
on
the
Pincian
Hill
—
the
Hyde
Park
of
the
Roman
idlers
—
possibly
in
hopes
to
have
another
sight
of
Lord
Steyne
.
But
she
met
another
acquaintance
there
:
it
was
Mr.
Fiche
,
his
lordship’s
confidential
man
,
who
came
up
nodding
to
her
rather
familiarly
,
and
putting
a
finger
to
his
hat
.
“
I
knew
that
Madame
was
here
,
”
he
said
;
“
I
followed
her
from
her
hotel
.
I
have
some
advice
to
give
Madame
.
”
“
From
the
Marquis
of
Steyne
?
”
Becky
asked
,
resuming
as
much
of
her
dignity
as
she
could
muster
,
and
not
a
little
agitated
by
hope
and
expectation
.
“
No
,
”
said
the
valet
;
“
it
is
from
me
.
Rome
is
very
unwholesome
.
”
“
Not
at
this
season
,
Monsieur
Fiche
,
—
not
till
after
Easter
.
”
“
I
tell
Madame
it
is
unwholesome
now
.
There
is
always
malaria
for
some
people
.
That
cursed
marsh
wind
kills
many
at
all
seasons
.
Look
,
Madame
Crawley
,
you
were
always
bon
enfant
,
and
I
have
an
interest
in
you
,
parole
d’honneur
.
Be
warned
.
Go
away
from
Rome
,
I
tell
you
—
or
you
will
be
ill
and
die
.
”
Becky
laughed
,
though
in
rage
and
fury
.
“
What
!
assassinate
poor
little
me
?
”
she
said
.
“
How
romantic
!
Does
my
lord
carry
bravos
for
couriers
,
and
stilettos
in
the
fourgons
?
Bah
!
I
will
stay
,
if
but
to
plague
him
.
I
have
those
who
will
defend
me
whilst
I
am
here
.
”
It
was
Monsieur
Fiche’s
turn
to
laugh
now
.
“
Defend
you
,
”
he
said
,
“
and
who
?
The
Major
,
the
Captain
,
any
one
of
those
gambling
men
whom
Madame
sees
,
would
take
her
life
for
a
hundred
louis
.
We
know
things
about
Major
Loder
(
he
is
no
more
a
Major
than
I
am
my
Lord
the
Marquis
)
which
would
send
him
to
the
galleys
or
worse
.
We
know
everything
,
and
have
friends
everywhere
.
We
know
whom
you
saw
at
Paris
,
and
what
relations
you
found
there
.
Yes
,
Madame
may
stare
,
but
we
do
.
How
was
it
that
no
minister
on
the
Continent
would
receive
Madame
?
She
has
offended
somebody
:
who
never
forgives
—
whose
rage
redoubled
when
he
saw
you
.
He
was
like
a
madman
last
night
when
he
came
home
.
Madame
de
Belladonna
made
him
a
scene
about
you
,
and
fired
off
in
one
of
her
furies
.
”
“
O
,
it
was
Madame
de
Belladonna
,
was
it
?
”
Becky
said
,
relieved
a
little
,
for
the
information
she
had
just
got
had
scared
her
.
“
No
—
she
does
not
matter
—
she
is
always
jealous
.
I
tell
you
it
was
Monseigneur
.
You
did
wrong
to
show
yourself
to
him
.
And
if
you
stay
here
you
will
repent
it
.
Mark
my
words
.
Go
.
Here
is
my
lord’s
carriage
”
—
and
seizing
Becky’s
arm
,
he
rushed
down
an
alley
of
the
garden
as
Lord
Steyne’s
barouche
,
blazing
with
heraldic
devices
,
came
whirling
along
the
avenue
,
borne
by
the
almost
priceless
horses
,
and
bearing
Madame
de
Belladonna
lolling
on
the
cushions
,
dark
,
sulky
,
and
blooming
,
a
King
Charles
in
her
lap
,
a
white
parasol
swaying
over
her
head
,
and
old
Steyne
stretched
at
her
side
with
a
livid
face
and
ghastly
eyes
.
Hate
,
or
anger
,
or
desire
,
caused
them
to
brighten
now
and
then
still
;
but
ordinarily
,
they
gave
no
light
,
and
seemed
tired
of
looking
out
on
a
world
of
which
almost
all
the
pleasure
and
all
the
best
beauty
had
palled
upon
the
worn-out
wicked
old
man
.
“
Monseigneur
has
never
recovered
the
shock
of
that
night
,
never
,
”
Monsieur
Fiche
whispered
to
Mrs.
Crawley
as
the
carriage
flashed
by
,
and
she
peeped
out
at
it
from
behind
the
shrubs
that
hid
her
.
“
That
was
a
consolation
at
any
rate
,
”
Becky
thought
.
Whether
my
lord
really
had
murderous
intentions
towards
Mrs.
Becky
as
Monsieur
Fiche
said
—
(
since
Monseigneur’s
death
he
has
returned
to
his
native
country
,
where
he
lives
much
respected
,
and
has
purchased
from
his
Prince
the
title
of
Baron
Ficci
)
,
—
and
the
factotum
objected
to
have
to
do
with
assassination
;
or
whether
he
simply
had
a
commission
to
frighten
Mrs.
Crawley
out
of
a
city
where
his
lordship
proposed
to
pass
the
winter
,
and
the
sight
of
her
would
be
eminently
disagreeable
to
the
great
nobleman
,
is
a
point
which
has
never
been
ascertained
:
but
the
threat
had
its
effect
upon
the
little
woman
,
and
she
sought
no
more
to
intrude
herself
upon
the
presence
of
her
old
patron
.
Everybody
knows
the
melancholy
end
of
that
nobleman
,
which
befell
at
Naples
two
months
after
the
French
Revolution
of
1830
:
when
the
Most
Honourable
George
Gustavus
,
Marquis
of
Steyne
,
Earl
of
Gaunt
and
of
Gaunt
Castle
,
in
the
Peerage
of
Ireland
,
Viscount
Hellborough
,
Baron
Pitchley
and
Grillsby
,
a
Knight
of
the
Most
Noble
Order
of
the
Garter
,
of
the
Golden
Fleece
of
Spain
,
of
the
Russian
Order
of
Saint
Nicholas
of
the
First
Class
,
of
the
Turkish
Order
of
the
Crescent
,
First
Lord
of
the
Powder
Closet
and
Groom
of
the
Back
Stairs
,
Colonel
of
the
Gaunt
or
Regent’s
Own
Regiment
of
Militia
,
a
Trustee
of
the
British
Museum
,
an
Elder
Brother
of
the
Trinity
House
,
a
Governor
of
the
White
Friars
,
and
D.C.L.
,
—
died
after
a
series
of
fits
,
brought
on
,
as
the
papers
said
,
by
the
shock
occasioned
to
his
lordship’s
sensibilities
by
the
downfall
of
the
ancient
French
monarchy
.
An
eloquent
catalogue
appeared
in
a
weekly
print
,
describing
his
virtues
,
his
magnificence
,
his
talents
,
and
his
good
actions
.
His
sensibility
,
his
attachment
to
the
illustrious
House
of
Bourbon
,
with
which
he
claimed
an
alliance
,
were
such
that
he
could
not
survive
the
misfortunes
of
his
august
kinsmen
.
His
body
was
buried
at
Naples
,
and
his
heart
—
that
heart
which
always
beat
with
every
generous
and
noble
emotion
—
was
brought
back
to
Castle
Gaunt
in
a
silver
urn
.
“
In
him
,
”
Mr.
Wagg
said
,
“
the
poor
and
the
Fine
Arts
have
lost
a
beneficent
patron
,
society
one
of
its
most
brilliant
ornaments
,
and
England
one
of
her
loftiest
patriots
and
statesmen
,
”
etc.
,
etc.
His
will
was
a
good
deal
disputed
,
and
an
attempt
was
made
to
force
from
Madame
de
Belladonna
the
celebrated
jewel
called
the
“
Jew’s-eye
”
diamond
,
which
his
lordship
always
wore
on
his
forefinger
,
and
which
it
was
said
that
she
removed
from
it
after
his
lamented
demise
.
But
his
confidential
friend
and
attendant
,
Monsieur
Fiche
,
proved
that
the
ring
had
been
presented
to
the
said
Madame
de
Belladonna
two
days
before
the
Marquis’s
death
;
as
were
the
bank-notes
,
jewels
,
Neapolitan
and
French
bonds
,
etc.
,
found
in
his
lordship’s
secretaire
,
and
claimed
by
his
heirs
from
that
injured
woman
.
XXX
.
Full
of
Business
and
Pleasure
THE
DAY
after
the
meeting
at
the
play-table
,
Jos
had
himself
arrayed
with
unusual
care
and
splendour
,
and
without
thinking
it
necessary
to
say
a
word
to
any
member
of
his
family
regarding
the
occurrences
of
the
previous
night
,
or
asking
for
their
company
in
his
walk
,
he
sallied
forth
at
an
early
hour
,
and
was
presently
seen
making
inquiries
at
the
door
of
the
Elephant
Hotel
.
In
consequence
of
the
fêtes
the
house
was
full
of
company
,
the
tables
in
the
street
were
already
surrounded
by
persons
smoking
and
drinking
the
national
small-beer
,
the
public
rooms
were
in
a
cloud
of
smoke
,
and
Mr.
Jos
having
,
in
his
pompous
way
,
and
with
his
clumsy
German
,
made
inquiries
for
the
person
of
whom
he
was
in
search
,
was
directed
to
the
very
top
of
the
house
,
above
the
first-floor
rooms
where
some
travelling
pedlars
had
lived
,
and
were
exhibiting
their
jewelry
and
brocades
;
above
the
second-floor
apartments
occupied
by
the
état
major
of
the
gambling
firm
;
above
the
third-floor
rooms
,
tenanted
by
the
band
of
renowned
Bohemian
vaulters
and
tumblers
;
and
so
on
to
the
little
cabins
of
the
roof
,
where
,
among
students
,
bag-men
,
small
tradesmen
,
and
country-folks
,
come
in
for
the
festival
,
Becky
had
found
a
little
nest
;
—
as
dirty
a
little
refuge
as
ever
beauty
lay
hid
in
.
Becky
liked
the
life
.
She
was
at
home
with
everybody
in
the
place
,
pedlars
,
punters
,
tumblers
,
students
and
all
.
She
was
of
a
wild
,
roving
nature
,
inherited
from
father
and
mother
,
who
were
both
Bohemians
,
by
taste
and
circumstance
;
if
a
lord
was
not
by
,
she
would
talk
to
his
courier
with
the
greatest
pleasure
;
the
din
,
the
stir
,
the
drink
,
the
smoke
,
the
tattle
of
the
Hebrew
pedlars
,
the
solemn
,
braggart
ways
of
the
poor
tumblers
,
the
sournois
talk
of
the
gambling-table
officials
,
the
songs
and
swagger
of
the
students
,
and
the
general
buzz
and
hum
of
the
place
had
pleased
and
tickled
the
little
woman
,
even
when
her
luck
was
down
,
and
she
had
not
wherewithal
to
pay
her
bill
.
How
pleasant
was
all
the
bustle
to
her
now
that
her
purse
was
full
of
the
money
which
little
Georgy
had
won
for
her
the
night
before
!
As
Jos
came
creaking
and
puffing
up
the
final
stairs
,
and
was
speechless
when
he
got
to
the
landing
,
and
began
to
wipe
his
face
and
then
to
look
for
No.92
,
the
room
where
he
was
directed
to
seek
for
the
person
he
wanted
,
the
door
of
the
opposite
chamber
,
No.90
,
was
open
,
and
a
student
,
in
jack-boots
and
a
dirty
schlafrock
,
was
lying
on
the
bed
smoking
a
long
pipe
;
whilst
another
student
in
long
yellow
hair
and
a
braided
coat
,
exceeding
smart
and
dirty
too
,
was
actually
on
his
knees
at
No.92
,
bawling
through
the
key-hole
supplications
to
the
person
within
.
“
Go
away
,
”
said
a
well-known
voice
,
which
made
Jos
thrill
,
“
I
expect
somebody
;
I
expect
my
grandpapa
.
He
mustn’t
see
you
there
.
”
“
Angel
Engländerin
!
”
bellowed
the
kneeling
student
with
the
whity-brown
ringlets
and
the
large
finger-ring
,
“
do
take
compassion
upon
us
.
Make
an
appointment
.
Dine
with
me
and
Fritz
at
the
inn
in
the
park
.
We
will
have
roast
pheasants
and
porter
,
plum-pudding
and
French
wine
.
We
shall
die
if
you
don’t
.
”
“
That
we
will
,
”
said
the
young
nobleman
on
the
bed
;
and
this
colloquy
Jos
overheard
,
though
he
did
not
comprehend
it
,
for
the
reason
that
he
had
never
studied
the
language
in
which
it
was
carried
on
.
“
Newmero
kattervang
dooze
,
si
vous
plait
,
”
Jos
said
in
his
grandest
manner
,
when
he
was
able
to
speak
.
“
Quater
fang
tooce
!
”
said
the
student
,
starting
up
,
and
he
bounced
into
his
own
room
,
where
he
locked
the
door
,
and
where
Jos
heard
him
laughing
with
his
comrade
on
the
bed
.
The
gentleman
from
Bengal
was
standing
disconcerted
by
this
incident
,
when
the
door
of
the
92
opened
of
itself
,
and
Becky’s
little
head
peeped
out
full
of
archness
and
mischief
.
She
lighted
on
Jos
.
“
It’s
you
,
”
she
said
,
coming
out
.
“
How
I
have
been
waiting
for
you
!
Stop
!
not
yet
—
in
one
minute
you
shall
come
in
.
”
In
that
instant
she
put
a
rouge-pot
,
a
brandy
bottle
,
and
a
plate
of
broken
meat
into
the
bed
,
gave
one
smooth
to
her
hair
,
and
finally
let
in
her
visitor
.
She
had
,
by
way
of
morning
robe
,
a
pink
domino
,
a
trifle
faded
and
soiled
,
and
marked
here
and
there
with
pomatum
;
but
her
arms
shone
out
from
the
loose
sleeves
of
the
dress
very
white
and
fair
,
and
it
was
tied
round
her
little
waist
,
so
as
not
ill
to
set
off
the
trim
little
figure
of
the
wearer
.
She
led
Jos
by
the
hand
into
her
garret
.
“
Come
in
,
”
she
said
.
“
Come
,
and
talk
to
me
.
Sit
yonder
on
the
chair
;
”
and
she
gave
the
Civilian’s
hand
a
little
squeeze
,
and
laughingly
placed
him
upon
it
.
As
for
herself
,
she
placed
herself
on
the
bed
—
not
on
the
bottle
and
plate
,
you
may
be
sure
—
on
which
Jos
might
have
reposed
,
had
he
chosen
that
seat
;
and
so
there
she
sate
and
talked
with
her
old
admirer
.
“
How
little
years
have
changed
you
,
”
she
said
,
with
a
look
of
tender
interest
.
“
I
should
have
known
you
anywhere
.
What
a
comfort
it
is
amongst
strangers
to
see
once
more
the
frank
honest
face
of
an
old
friend
!
”
The
frank
honest
face
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
at
this
moment
bore
any
expression
but
one
of
openness
and
honesty
:
it
was
,
on
the
contrary
,
much
perturbed
and
puzzled
in
look
.
Jos
was
surveying
the
queer
little
apartment
in
which
he
found
his
old
flame
.
One
of
her
gowns
hung
over
the
bed
,
another
depending
from
a
hook
of
the
door
:
her
bonnet
obscured
half
the
looking-glass
,
on
which
,
too
,
lay
the
prettiest
little
pair
of
bronze
boots
;
a
French
novel
was
on
the
table
by
the
bedside
,
with
a
candle
,
not
of
wax
.
Becky
thought
of
popping
that
into
the
bed
,
too
,
but
she
only
put
in
the
little
paper
night-cap
with
which
she
had
put
the
candle
out
on
going
to
sleep
.
“
I
should
have
known
you
anywhere
,
”
she
continued
,
“
a
woman
never
forgets
some
things
.
And
you
were
the
first
man
I
ever
—
I
ever
saw
.
”
“
Was
I
,
really
?
”
said
Jos
.
“
God
bless
my
soul
,
you
—
you
don’t
say
so
.
”
“
When
I
came
with
your
sister
from
Chiswick
,
I
was
scarcely
more
than
a
child
,
”
Becky
said
.
“
How
is
that
dear
love
?
Oh
,
her
husband
was
a
sad
wicked
man
,
and
of
course
it
was
of
me
that
the
poor
dear
was
jealous
.
As
if
I
cared
about
him
,
heigho
!
when
there
was
somebody
—
but
no
—
don’t
let
us
talk
of
old
times
;
”
and
she
passed
her
handkerchief
with
the
tattered
lace
across
her
eyelids
.
“
Is
not
this
a
strange
place
,
”
she
continued
,
“
for
a
woman
,
who
has
lived
in
a
very
different
world
,
too
,
to
be
found
in
?
I
have
had
so
many
griefs
and
wrongs
,
Joseph
Sedley
,
I
have
been
made
to
suffer
so
cruelly
,
that
I
am
almost
made
mad
sometimes
.
I
can’t
stay
still
in
any
place
,
but
wander
about
always
restless
and
unhappy
.
All
my
friends
have
been
false
to
me
—
all
.
There
is
no
such
thing
as
an
honest
man
in
the
world
.
I
was
the
truest
wife
that
ever
lived
,
though
I
married
my
husband
out
of
pique
,
because
somebody
else
—
but
never
mind
that
.
I
was
true
,
and
he
trampled
upon
me
,
and
deserted
me
.
I
was
the
fondest
mother
.
I
had
but
one
child
,
one
darling
,
one
hope
,
one
joy
,
which
I
held
to
my
heart
with
a
mother’s
affection
,
which
was
my
life
,
my
prayer
,
my
—
my
blessing
;
and
they
—
they
tore
it
from
me
—
tore
it
from
me
;
”
and
she
put
her
hand
to
her
heart
with
a
passionate
gesture
of
despair
,
burying
her
face
for
a
moment
on
the
bed
.
The
brandy-bottle
inside
clinked
up
against
the
plate
which
held
the
cold
sausage
.
Both
were
moved
,
no
doubt
,
by
the
exhibition
of
so
much
grief
.
Max
and
Fritz
were
at
the
door
listening
with
wonder
to
Mrs.
Becky’s
sobs
and
cries
.
Jos
,
too
,
was
a
good
deal
frightened
and
affected
at
seeing
his
old
flame
in
this
condition
.
And
she
began
,
forthwith
,
to
tell
her
story
—
a
tale
so
neat
,
simple
,
and
artless
,
that
it
was
quite
evident
from
hearing
her
,
that
if
ever
there
was
a
white-robed
angel
escaped
from
heaven
to
be
subject
to
the
infernal
machinations
and
villainy
of
fiends
here
below
,
that
spotless
being
—
that
miserable
unsullied
martyr
,
was
present
on
the
bed
before
Jos
—
on
the
bed
,
sitting
on
the
brandy-bottle
.
They
had
a
very
long
,
amicable
,
and
confidential
talk
there
;
in
the
course
of
which
,
Jos
Sedley
was
somehow
made
aware
(
but
in
a
manner
that
did
not
in
the
least
scare
or
offend
him
)
that
Becky’s
heart
had
first
learned
to
beat
at
his
enchanting
presence
:
that
George
Osborne
had
certainly
paid
an
unjustifiable
court
to
her
,
which
might
account
for
Amelia’s
jealousy
,
and
their
little
rupture
;
but
that
Becky
never
gave
the
least
encouragement
to
the
unfortunate
officer
,
and
that
she
had
never
ceased
to
think
about
Jos
from
the
very
first
day
she
had
seen
him
,
though
,
of
course
,
her
duties
as
a
married
woman
were
paramount
—
duties
which
she
had
always
preserved
,
and
would
,
to
her
dying
day
,
or
until
the
proverbially
bad
climate
in
which
Colonel
Crawley
was
living
should
release
her
from
a
yoke
which
his
cruelty
had
rendered
odious
to
her
.
Jos
went
away
,
convinced
that
she
was
the
most
virtuous
,
as
she
was
one
of
the
most
fascinating
of
women
,
and
revolving
in
his
mind
all
sorts
of
benevolent
schemes
for
her
welfare
.
Her
persecutions
ought
to
be
ended
:
she
ought
to
return
to
the
society
of
which
she
was
an
ornament
.
He
would
see
what
ought
to
be
done
.
She
must
quit
that
place
,
and
take
a
quiet
lodging
.
Amelia
must
come
and
see
her
,
and
befriend
her
.
He
would
go
and
settle
about
it
,
and
consult
with
the
Major
.
She
wept
tears
of
heartfelt
gratitude
as
she
parted
from
him
,
and
pressed
his
hand
as
the
gallant
stout
gentleman
stooped
down
to
kiss
hers
.
So
Becky
bowed
Jos
out
of
her
little
garret
with
as
much
grace
as
if
it
was
a
palace
of
which
she
did
the
honours
;
and
that
heavy
gentleman
having
disappeared
down
the
stairs
,
Max
and
Fritz
came
out
of
their
hole
,
pipe
in
mouth
,
and
she
amused
herself
by
mimicking
Jos
to
them
as
she
munched
her
cold
bread
and
sausage
and
took
draughts
of
her
favourite
brandy-and-water
.
Jos
walked
over
to
Dobbin’s
lodgings
with
great
solemnity
,
and
there
imparted
to
him
the
affecting
history
with
which
he
had
just
been
made
acquainted
,
without
,
however
,
mentioning
the
play-business
of
the
night
before
.
And
the
two
gentlemen
were
laying
their
heads
together
,
and
consulting
as
to
the
best
means
of
being
useful
to
Mrs.
Becky
,
while
she
was
finishing
her
interrupted
déjeuner
à
la
fourchette
.
How
was
it
that
she
had
come
to
that
little
town
?
How
was
it
that
she
had
no
friends
and
was
wandering
about
alone
?
Little
boys
at
school
are
taught
in
their
earliest
Latin
book
,
that
the
path
of
Avernus
is
very
easy
of
descent
.
Let
us
skip
over
the
interval
in
the
history
of
her
downward
progress
.
She
was
not
worse
now
than
she
had
been
in
the
days
of
her
prosperity
:
—
only
a
little
down
on
her
luck
.
As
for
Mrs.
Amelia
,
she
was
a
woman
of
such
a
soft
and
foolish
disposition
,
that
when
she
heard
of
anybody
unhappy
,
her
heart
straightway
melted
towards
the
sufferer
;
and
as
she
had
never
thought
or
done
anything
mortally
guilty
herself
,
she
had
not
that
abhorrence
for
wickedness
which
distinguishes
moralists
much
more
knowing
.
If
she
spoiled
everybody
who
came
near
her
with
kindness
and
compliments
,
—
if
she
begged
pardon
of
all
her
servants
for
troubling
them
to
answer
the
bell
,
—
if
she
apologised
to
a
shop-boy
who
showed
her
a
piece
of
silk
,
or
made
a
curtsey
to
a
streetsweeper
with
a
complimentary
remark
upon
the
elegant
state
of
his
crossing
—
and
she
was
almost
capable
of
every
one
of
these
follies
—
the
notion
that
an
old
acquaintance
was
miserable
was
sure
to
soften
her
heart
;
nor
would
she
hear
of
anybody’s
being
deservedly
unhappy
.
A
world
under
such
legislation
as
hers
would
not
be
a
very
orderly
place
of
abode
;
but
there
are
not
many
women
,
at
least
not
of
the
rulers
,
who
are
of
her
sort
.
This
lady
,
I
believe
,
would
have
abolished
all
gaols
,
punishments
,
handcuffs
,
whippings
,
poverty
,
sickness
,
hunger
,
in
the
world
;
and
was
such
a
mean-spirited
creature
,
that
—
we
are
obliged
to
confess
it
—
she
could
even
forget
a
mortal
injury
.
When
the
Major
heard
from
Jos
of
the
sentimental
adventure
which
had
just
befallen
the
latter
,
he
was
not
,
it
must
be
owned
,
nearly
as
much
interested
as
the
gentleman
from
Bengal
.
On
the
contrary
,
his
excitement
was
quite
the
reverse
from
a
pleasurable
one
;
he
made
use
of
a
brief
but
improper
expression
regarding
a
poor
woman
in
distress
,
saying
,
in
fact
,
—
“
the
little
minx
,
has
she
come
to
light
again
?
”
He
never
had
had
the
slightest
liking
for
her
;
but
had
heartily
mistrusted
her
from
the
very
first
moment
when
her
green
eyes
had
looked
at
,
and
turned
away
from
,
his
own
.
“
That
little
devil
brings
mischief
wherever
she
goes
,
”
the
Major
said
,
disrespectfully
.
“
Who
knows
what
sort
of
life
she
has
been
leading
?
and
what
business
has
she
here
abroad
and
alone
?
Don’t
tell
me
about
persecutors
and
enemies
;
an
honest
woman
always
has
friends
,
and
never
is
separated
from
her
family
.
Why
has
she
left
her
husband
?
He
may
have
been
disreputable
and
wicked
,
as
you
say
.
He
always
was
.
I
remember
the
confounded
blackleg
,
and
the
way
in
which
he
used
to
cheat
and
hoodwink
poor
George
.
Wasn’t
there
a
scandal
about
their
separation
?
I
think
I
heard
something
,
”
cried
out
Major
Dobbin
,
who
did
not
care
much
about
gossip
;
and
whom
Jos
tried
in
vain
to
convince
that
Mrs.
Becky
was
in
all
respects
a
most
injured
and
virtuous
female
.
“
Well
,
well
;
let’s
ask
Mrs.
George
,
”
said
that
arch-diplomatist
of
a
Major
.
“
Only
let
us
go
and
consult
her
.
I
suppose
you
will
allow
that
she
is
a
good
judge
at
any
rate
,
and
knows
what
is
right
in
such
matters
.
”
“
Hm
!
Emmy
is
very
well
,
”
said
Jos
,
who
did
not
happen
to
be
in
love
with
his
sister
.
“
Very
well
?
by
Gad
,
sir
,
she’s
the
finest
lady
I
ever
met
in
my
life
,
”
bounced
out
the
Major
.
“
I
say
at
once
,
let
us
go
and
ask
her
if
this
woman
ought
to
be
visited
or
not
—
I
will
be
content
with
her
verdict
.
”
Now
this
odious
,
artful
rogue
of
a
Major
was
thinking
in
his
own
mind
that
he
was
sure
of
his
case
.
Emmy
,
he
remembered
,
was
at
one
time
cruelly
and
deservedly
jealous
of
Rebecca
,
never
mentioned
her
name
but
with
a
shrinking
and
terror
—
a
jealous
woman
never
forgives
,
thought
Dobbin
:
and
so
the
pair
went
across
the
street
to
Mrs.
George’s
house
,
where
she
was
contentedly
warbling
at
a
music-lesson
with
Madame
Strumpff
.
When
that
lady
took
her
leave
,
Jos
opened
the
business
with
his
usual
pomp
of
words
.
“
Amelia
,
my
dear
,
”
said
he
,
“
I
have
just
had
the
most
extraordinary
—
yes
—
God
bless
my
soul
!
the
most
extraordinary
adventure
—
an
old
friend
—
yes
,
a
most
interesting
old
friend
of
yours
,
and
I
may
say
in
old
times
,
has
just
arrived
here
,
and
I
should
like
you
to
see
her
.
”
“
Her
!
”
said
Amelia
,
“
who
is
it
?
Major
Dobbin
,
if
you
please
not
to
break
my
scissors
.
”
The
Major
was
twirling
them
round
by
the
little
chain
from
which
they
sometimes
hung
to
their
lady’s
waist
,
and
was
thereby
endangering
his
own
eye
.
“
It
is
a
woman
whom
I
dislike
very
much
.
”
said
the
Major
,
doggedly
;
“
and
whom
you
have
no
cause
to
love
.
”
“
It
is
Rebecca
,
I’m
sure
it
is
Rebecca
,
”
Amelia
said
,
blushing
,
and
being
very
much
agitated
.
“
You
are
right
;
you
always
are
,
”
Dobbin
answered
.
Brussels
,
Waterloo
,
old
,
old
times
,
griefs
,
pangs
,
remembrances
,
rushed
back
into
Amelia’s
gentle
heart
,
and
caused
a
cruel
agitation
there
.
“
Don’t
let
me
see
her
,
”
Emmy
continued
.
“
I
couldn’t
see
her
.
”
“
I
told
you
so
,
”
Dobbin
said
to
Jos
.
“
She
is
very
unhappy
,
and
—
and
that
sort
of
thing
,
”
Jos
urged
.
“
She
is
very
poor
and
unprotected
:
and
has
been
ill
—
exceedingly
ill
—
and
that
scoundrel
of
a
husband
has
deserted
her
.
”
“
Ah
!
”
said
Amelia
.
“
She
hasn’t
a
friend
in
the
world
,
”
Jos
went
on
,
not
undexterously
;
“
and
she
said
she
thought
she
might
trust
in
you
.
She’s
so
miserable
,
Emmy
.
She
has
been
almost
mad
with
grief
.
Her
story
quite
affected
me
:
—
’pon
my
word
and
honour
,
it
did
—
never
was
such
a
cruel
persecution
borne
so
angelically
,
I
may
say
.
Her
family
has
been
most
cruel
to
her
.
”
“
Poor
creature
!
”
Amelia
said
.
“
And
if
she
can
get
no
friend
,
she
says
she
thinks
she’ll
die
,
”
Jos
proceeded
,
in
a
low
tremulous
voice
.
—
“
God
bless
my
soul
!
do
you
know
that
she
tried
to
kill
herself
?
She
carries
laudanum
with
her
—
I
saw
the
bottle
in
her
room
—
such
a
miserable
little
room
—
at
a
third-rate
house
,
the
Elephant
,
up
in
the
roof
at
the
top
of
all
.
I
went
there
.
”
This
did
not
seem
to
affect
Emmy
.
She
even
smiled
a
little
.
Perhaps
she
figured
Jos
to
herself
panting
up
the
stair
.
“
She’s
beside
herself
with
grief
,
”
he
resumed
.
“
The
agonies
that
woman
has
endured
are
quite
frightful
to
hear
of
.
She
had
a
little
boy
,
of
the
same
age
as
Georgy
.
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
I
think
I
remember
,
”
Emmy
remarked
.
“
Well
?
”
“
The
most
beautiful
child
ever
seen
,
”
Jos
said
,
who
was
very
fat
,
and
easily
moved
,
and
had
been
touched
by
the
story
Becky
told
;
“
a
perfect
angel
,
who
adored
his
mother
.
The
ruffians
tore
him
shrieking
out
of
her
arms
,
and
have
never
allowed
him
to
see
her
.
”
“
Dear
Joseph
,
”
Emmy
cried
out
,
starting
up
at
once
,
“
let
us
go
and
see
her
this
minute
.
”
And
she
ran
into
her
adjoining
bed-chamber
,
tied
on
her
bonnet
in
a
flutter
,
came
out
with
her
shawl
on
her
arm
,
and
ordered
Dobbin
to
follow
.
He
went
and
put
her
shawl
—
it
was
a
white
Cashmere
,
consigned
to
her
by
the
Major
himself
from
India
—
over
her
shoulders
.
He
saw
there
was
nothing
for
it
but
to
obey
;
and
she
put
her
hand
into
his
arm
,
and
they
went
away
.
“
It
is
number
92
,
up
four
pair
of
stairs
,
”
Jos
said
,
perhaps
not
very
willing
to
ascend
the
steps
again
;
but
he
placed
himself
in
the
window
of
his
drawing-room
,
which
commands
the
place
on
which
the
Elephant
stands
,
and
saw
the
pair
marching
through
the
market
.
It
was
as
well
that
Becky
saw
them
too
from
her
garret
;
for
she
and
the
two
students
were
chattering
and
laughing
there
;
they
had
been
joking
about
the
appearance
of
Becky’s
grandpapa
—
whose
arrival
and
departure
they
had
witnessed
—
but
she
had
time
to
dismiss
them
,
and
have
her
little
room
clear
before
the
landlord
of
the
Elephant
,
who
knew
that
Mrs.
Osborne
was
a
great
favourite
at
the
Serene
Court
,
and
respected
her
accordingly
,
led
the
way
up
the
stairs
to
the
roof-story
,
encouraging
Miladi
and
the
Herr
Major
as
they
achieved
the
ascent
.
“
Gracious
lady
,
gracious
lady
!
”
said
the
landlord
,
knocking
at
Becky’s
door
;
he
had
called
her
Madame
the
day
before
,
and
was
by
no
means
courteous
to
her
.
“
Who
is
it
?
”
Becky
said
,
putting
out
her
head
,
and
she
gave
a
little
scream
.
There
stood
Emmy
in
a
tremble
,
and
Dobbin
,
the
tall
Major
,
with
his
cane
.
He
stood
still
watching
,
and
very
much
interested
at
the
scene
;
but
Emmy
sprang
forward
with
open
arms
towards
Rebecca
,
and
forgave
her
at
that
moment
,
and
embraced
her
and
kissed
her
with
all
her
heart
.
Ah
,
poor
wretch
,
when
was
your
lip
pressed
before
by
such
pure
kisses
?
XXXI
.
Amantium
Iræ
FRANKNESS
and
kindness
like
Amelia’s
were
likely
to
touch
even
such
a
hardened
little
reprobate
as
Becky
.
She
returned
Emmy’s
caresses
and
kind
speeches
with
something
very
like
gratitude
,
and
an
emotion
which
,
if
it
was
not
lasting
,
for
a
moment
was
almost
genuine
.
That
was
a
lucky
stroke
of
hers
about
the
child
“
torn
from
her
arms
shrieking
.
”
It
was
by
that
harrowing
misfortune
that
Becky
had
won
her
friend
back
,
and
it
was
one
of
the
very
first
points
,
we
may
be
certain
,
upon
which
our
poor
simple
little
Emmy
began
to
talk
to
her
new-found
acquaintance
.
“
And
so
they
took
your
darling
child
from
you
?
”
our
simpleton
cried
out
.
“
Oh
,
Rebecca
,
my
poor
dear
suffering
friend
,
I
know
what
it
is
to
lose
a
boy
,
and
to
feel
for
those
who
have
lost
one
.
But
please
Heaven
yours
will
be
restored
to
you
,
as
a
merciful
merciful
Providence
has
brought
me
back
mine
.
”
“
The
child
,
my
child
?
Oh
,
yes
,
my
agonies
were
frightful
,
”
Becky
owned
,
not
perhaps
without
a
twinge
of
conscience
.
It
jarred
upon
her
,
to
be
obliged
to
commence
instantly
to
tell
lies
in
reply
to
so
much
confidence
and
simplicity
.
But
that
is
the
misfortune
of
beginning
with
this
kind
of
forgery
.
When
one
fib
becomes
due
as
it
were
,
you
must
forge
another
to
take
up
the
old
acceptance
;
and
so
the
stock
of
your
lies
in
circulation
inevitably
multiplies
,
and
the
danger
of
detection
increases
every
day
.
“
My
agonies
,
”
Becky
continued
,
“
were
terrible
(
I
hope
she
won’t
sit
down
on
the
bottle
)
when
they
took
him
away
from
me
;
I
thought
I
should
die
;
but
I
fortunately
had
a
brain
fever
,
during
which
my
doctor
gave
me
up
,
and
—
and
I
recovered
,
and
—
and
here
I
am
,
poor
and
friendless
.
”
“
How
old
is
he
?
”
Emmy
asked
.
“
Eleven
,
”
said
Becky
.
“
Eleven
!
”
cried
the
other
.
“
Why
,
he
was
born
the
same
year
with
Georgy
,
who
is
—
”
“
I
know
,
I
know
,
”
Becky
cried
out
,
who
had
in
fact
quite
forgotten
all
about
little
Rawdon’s
age
.
“
Grief
has
made
me
forget
so
many
things
,
dearest
Amelia
.
I
am
very
much
changed
:
half
wild
sometimes
.
He
was
eleven
when
they
took
him
away
from
me
.
Bless
his
sweet
face
;
I
have
never
seen
it
again
.
”
“
Was
he
fair
or
dark
?
”
went
on
that
absurd
little
Emmy
,
“
Show
me
his
hair
.
”
Becky
almost
laughed
at
her
simplicity
.
“
Not
to-day
,
love
,
—
some
other
time
,
when
my
trunks
arrive
from
Leipzig
,
whence
I
came
to
this
place
,
—
and
a
little
drawing
of
him
,
which
I
made
in
happy
days
.
”
“
Poor
Becky
,
poor
Becky
!
”
said
Emmy
.
“
How
thankful
,
how
thankful
I
ought
to
be
;
”
(
though
I
doubt
whether
that
practice
of
piety
inculcated
upon
us
by
our
womankind
in
early
youth
,
namely
,
to
be
thankful
because
we
are
better
off
than
somebody
else
,
be
a
very
rational
religious
exercise
;
)
and
then
she
began
to
think
as
usual
,
how
her
son
was
the
handsomest
,
the
best
,
and
the
cleverest
boy
in
the
whole
world
.
“
You
will
see
my
Georgy
,
”
was
the
best
thing
Emmy
could
think
of
to
console
Becky
.
If
anything
could
make
her
comfortable
that
would
.
And
so
the
two
women
continued
talking
for
an
hour
or
more
,
during
which
Becky
had
the
opportunity
of
giving
her
new
friend
a
full
and
complete
version
of
her
private
history
.
She
showed
how
her
marriage
with
Rawdon
Crawley
had
always
been
viewed
by
the
family
with
feelings
of
the
utmost
hostility
;
how
her
sister-in-law
(
an
artful
woman
)
had
poisoned
her
husband’s
mind
against
her
;
how
he
had
formed
odious
connections
,
which
had
estranged
his
affections
from
her
;
how
she
had
borne
everything
—
poverty
,
neglect
,
coldness
,
from
the
being
whom
she
most
loved
—
and
all
for
the
sake
of
her
child
;
how
,
finally
,
and
by
the
most
flagrant
outrage
,
she
had
been
driven
into
demanding
a
separation
from
her
husband
.
When
the
wretch
did
not
scruple
to
ask
that
she
should
sacrifice
her
own
fair
fame
so
that
he
might
procure
advancement
through
the
means
of
a
very
great
and
powerful
but
unprincipled
man
—
the
Marquis
of
Steyne
,
indeed
.
The
atrocious
monster
!
This
part
of
her
eventful
history
Becky
gave
with
the
utmost
feminine
delicacy
,
and
the
most
indignant
virtue
.
Forced
to
fly
her
husband’s
roof
by
this
insult
,
the
coward
had
pursued
his
revenge
by
taking
her
child
from
her
.
And
thus
Becky
said
she
was
a
wanderer
,
poor
,
unprotected
,
friendless
,
and
wretched
.
Emmy
received
this
story
,
which
was
told
at
some
length
,
as
those
persons
who
are
acquainted
with
her
character
may
imagine
that
she
would
.
She
quivered
with
indignation
at
the
account
of
the
conduct
of
the
miserable
Rawdon
and
the
unprincipled
Steyne
.
Her
eyes
made
notes
of
admiration
for
every
one
of
the
sentences
in
which
Becky
described
the
persecutions
of
her
aristocratic
relatives
,
and
the
falling
away
of
her
husband
.
(
Becky
did
not
abuse
him
.
She
spoke
rather
in
sorrow
than
in
anger
.
She
had
loved
him
only
too
fondly
:
and
was
he
not
the
father
of
her
boy
?
)
And
as
for
the
separation-scene
from
the
child
,
while
Becky
was
reciting
it
,
Emmy
retired
altogether
behind
her
pocket-handkerchief
,
so
that
the
consummate
little
tragedian
must
have
been
charmed
to
see
the
effect
which
her
performance
produced
on
her
audience
.
Whilst
the
ladies
were
carrying
on
their
conversation
,
Amelia’s
constant
escort
,
the
Major
(
who
,
of
course
,
did
not
wish
to
interrupt
their
conference
,
and
found
himself
rather
tired
of
creaking
about
the
narrow
stair
passage
of
which
the
roof
brushed
the
nap
from
his
hat
)
,
descended
to
the
ground-floor
of
the
house
and
into
the
great
room
common
to
all
the
frequenters
of
the
Elephant
,
out
of
which
the
stair
led
.
This
apartment
is
always
in
a
fume
of
smoke
,
and
liberally
sprinkled
with
beer
.
On
a
dirty
table
stand
scores
of
corresponding
brass-candlesticks
with
tallow
candles
for
the
lodgers
,
whose
keys
hang
up
in
rows
over
the
candles
.
Emmy
had
passed
blushing
through
the
room
anon
,
where
all
sorts
of
people
were
collected
;
Tyrolese
glove-sellers
and
Danubian
linen-merchants
,
with
their
packs
;
students
recruiting
themselves
with
butterbrods
and
meat
;
idlers
,
playing
cards
or
dominoes
on
the
sloppy
,
beery
tables
;
tumblers
refreshing
during
the
cessation
of
their
performances
;
—
in
a
word
,
all
the
fumum
and
strepitus
of
a
German
inn
in
fair
time
.
The
waiter
brought
the
Major
a
mug
of
beer
,
as
a
matter
of
course
;
and
he
took
out
a
cigar
,
and
amused
himself
with
that
pernicious
vegetable
and
a
newspaper
until
his
charge
should
come
down
to
claim
him
.
Max
and
Fritz
came
presently
downstairs
,
their
caps
on
one
side
,
their
spurs
jingling
,
their
pipes
splendid
with
coats-of-arms
and
full-blown
tassels
,
and
they
hung
up
the
key
of
No.90
on
the
board
,
and
called
for
the
ration
of
butterbrod
and
beer
.
The
pair
sate
down
by
the
Major
and
fell
into
a
conversation
of
which
he
could
not
help
hearing
somewhat
.
It
was
mainly
about
“
Fuchs
”
and
“
Philister
,
”
and
duels
and
drinking-bouts
at
the
neighbouring
University
of
Schoppenhausen
,
from
which
renowned
seat
of
learning
they
had
just
come
in
the
Eilwagen
,
with
Becky
,
as
it
appeared
,
by
their
side
,
and
in
order
to
be
present
at
the
bridal
fêtes
at
Pumpernickel
.
“
The
little
Engländerin
seems
to
be
en
bays
de
gonnoisance
,
”
said
Max
,
who
knew
the
French
language
,
to
Fritz
,
his
comrade
.
“
After
the
fat
grandfather
went
away
,
there
came
a
pretty
little
compatriot
.
I
heard
them
chattering
and
whimpering
together
in
the
little
woman’s
chamber
.
”
“
We
must
take
the
tickets
for
her
concert
,
”
Fritz
said
.
“
Hast
thou
any
money
,
Max
?
”
“
Bah
,
”
said
the
other
,
“
the
concert
is
a
concert
in
nubibus
.
Hans
said
that
she
advertised
one
at
Leipzi
and
the
Burschen
took
many
tickets
.
But
she
went
off
without
singing
.
She
said
in
the
coach
yesterday
that
her
pianist
had
fallen
ill
at
Dresden
.
She
cannot
sing
,
it
is
my
belief
:
her
voice
is
as
cracked
as
thine
,
O
thou
beer-soaking
Renowner
!
”
“
It
is
cracked
;
I
hear
her
trying
out
of
her
window
a
schrecklich
English
ballad
,
called
‘De
Rose
upon
de
Balgony.’
”
“
Saufen
and
singen
go
not
together
,
”
observed
Fritz
with
the
red
nose
,
who
evidently
preferred
the
former
amusement
,
“
No
,
thou
shalt
take
none
of
her
tickets
.
She
won
money
at
the
trente
and
quarante
last
night
.
I
saw
her
:
she
made
a
little
English
boy
play
for
her
.
We
will
spend
thy
money
there
or
at
the
theatre
,
or
we
will
treat
her
to
French
wine
or
Cognac
in
the
Aurelius
Garden
,
but
the
tickets
we
will
not
buy
.
What
sayest
thou
?
Yet
,
another
mug
of
beer
?
”
and
one
and
another
successively
having
buried
their
blond
whiskers
in
the
mawkish
draught
,
curled
them
and
swaggered
off
into
the
fair
.
The
Major
,
who
had
seen
the
key
of
No.90
put
up
on
its
hook
,
and
had
heard
the
conversation
of
the
two
young
University
bloods
,
was
not
at
a
loss
to
understand
that
their
talk
related
to
Becky
.
“
The
little
devil
is
at
her
old
tricks
.
”
he
thought
,
and
he
smiled
as
he
recalled
old
days
,
when
he
had
witnessed
the
desperate
flirtation
with
Jos
,
and
the
ludicrous
end
of
that
adventure
.
He
and
George
had
often
laughed
over
it
subsequently
,
and
until
a
few
weeks
after
George’s
marriage
,
when
he
also
was
caught
in
the
little
Circe’s
toils
,
and
had
an
understanding
with
her
which
his
comrade
certainly
suspected
,
but
preferred
to
ignore
.
William
was
too
much
hurt
or
ashamed
to
ask
to
fathom
that
disgraceful
mystery
,
although
once
,
and
evidently
with
remorse
on
his
mind
,
George
had
alluded
to
it
.
It
was
on
the
morning
of
Waterloo
,
as
the
young
men
stood
together
in
front
of
their
line
,
surveying
the
black
masses
of
Frenchmen
who
crowned
the
opposite
heights
,
and
as
the
rain
was
coming
down
,
“
I
have
been
mixing
in
a
foolish
intrigue
with
a
woman
,
”
George
said
.
“
I
am
glad
we
were
marched
away
.
If
I
drop
,
I
hope
Emmy
will
never
know
of
that
business
.
I
wish
to
God
it
had
never
been
begun
!
”
And
William
was
pleased
to
think
,
and
had
more
than
once
soothed
poor
George’s
widow
with
the
narrative
,
that
Osborne
,
after
quitting
his
wife
,
and
after
the
action
of
Quatre
Bras
,
on
the
first
day
,
spoke
gravely
and
affectionately
to
his
comrade
of
his
father
and
his
wife
.
On
these
facts
,
too
,
William
had
insisted
very
strongly
in
his
conversations
with
the
elder
Osborne
:
and
had
thus
been
the
means
of
reconciling
the
old
gentleman
to
his
son’s
memory
,
just
at
the
close
of
the
elder
man’s
life
.
“
And
so
this
devil
is
still
going
on
with
her
intrigues
,
”
thought
William
.
“
I
wish
she
were
a
hundred
miles
from
here
.
She
brings
mischief
wherever
she
goes
.
”
And
he
was
pursuing
these
forebodings
and
this
uncomfortable
train
of
thought
,
with
his
head
between
his
hands
,
and
the
“
Pumpernickel
Gazette
”
of
last
week
unread
under
his
nose
,
when
somebody
tapped
his
shoulder
with
a
parasol
,
and
he
looked
up
and
saw
Mrs.
Amelia
.
This
woman
had
a
way
of
tyrannising
over
Major
Dobbin
(
for
the
weakest
of
all
people
will
domineer
over
somebody
)
,
and
she
ordered
him
about
,
and
patted
him
,
and
made
him
fetch
and
carry
just
as
if
he
was
a
great
Newfoundland
dog
.
He
liked
,
so
to
speak
,
to
jump
into
the
water
if
she
said
“
High
,
Dobbin
!
”
and
to
trot
behind
her
with
her
reticule
in
his
mouth
.
This
history
has
been
written
to
very
little
purpose
if
the
reader
has
not
perceived
that
the
Major
was
a
spooney
.
“
Why
did
you
not
wait
for
me
,
sir
,
to
escort
me
downstairs
?
”
she
said
,
giving
a
little
toss
of
her
head
,
and
a
most
sarcastic
curtsey
.
“
I
couldn’t
stand
up
in
the
passage
,
”
he
answered
,
with
a
comical
deprecatory
look
;
and
,
delighted
to
give
her
his
arm
,
and
to
take
her
out
of
the
horrid
smoky
place
,
he
would
have
walked
off
without
even
so
much
as
remembering
the
waiter
,
had
not
the
young
fellow
run
after
him
and
stopped
him
on
the
threshold
of
the
Elephant
,
to
make
him
pay
for
the
beer
which
he
had
not
consumed
.
Emmy
laughed
:
she
called
him
a
naughty
man
,
who
wanted
to
run
away
in
debt
:
and
,
in
fact
,
made
some
jokes
suitable
to
the
occasion
and
the
small-beer
.
She
was
in
high
spirits
and
good
humour
,
and
tripped
across
the
market-place
very
briskly
.
She
wanted
to
see
Jos
that
instant
.
The
Major
laughed
at
the
impetuous
affection
Mrs.
Amelia
exhibited
;
for
,
in
truth
,
it
was
not
very
often
that
she
wanted
her
brother
“
that
instant
.
”
They
found
the
Civilian
in
his
saloon
on
the
first-floor
;
he
had
been
pacing
the
room
,
and
biting
his
nails
,
and
looking
over
the
market-place
towards
the
Elephant
a
hundred
times
at
least
during
the
past
hour
,
whilst
Emmy
was
closeted
with
her
friend
in
the
garret
,
and
the
Major
was
beating
the
tattoo
on
the
sloppy
tables
of
the
public
room
below
,
and
he
was
,
on
his
side
,
too
,
very
anxious
to
see
Mrs.
Osborne
.
“
Well
?
”
said
he
.
“
The
poor
dear
creature
,
how
she
has
suffered
!
”
Emmy
said
.
“
God
bless
my
soul
,
yes
,
”
Jos
said
,
wagging
his
head
so
that
his
cheeks
quivered
like
jellies
.
“
She
may
have
Payne’s
room
;
who
can
go
upstairs
,
”
Emmy
continued
.
Payne
was
a
staid
English
maid
and
personal
attendant
upon
Mrs.
Osborne
,
to
whom
the
courier
,
as
in
duty
bound
,
paid
court
,
and
whom
Georgy
used
to
“
lark
”
dreadfully
with
accounts
of
German
robbers
and
ghosts
.
She
passed
her
time
chiefly
in
grumbling
,
in
ordering
about
her
mistress
,
and
in
stating
her
intention
to
return
the
next
morning
to
her
native
village
of
Clapham
.
“
She
may
have
Payne’s
room
,
”
Emmy
said
.
“
Why
,
you
don’t
mean
to
say
you
are
going
to
have
that
woman
into
the
house
?
”
bounced
out
the
Major
jumping
up
.
“
Of
course
we
are
,
”
said
Amelia
in
the
most
innocent
way
in
the
world
.
“
Don’t
be
angry
,
and
break
the
furniture
,
Major
Dobbin
.
Of
course
we
are
going
to
have
her
here
.
”
“
Of
course
,
my
dear
,
”
Jos
said
.
“
The
poor
creature
,
after
all
her
sufferings
,
”
Emmy
continued
:
“
her
horrid
banker
broken
and
run
away
:
her
husband
—
wicked
wretch
—
having
deserted
her
and
taken
her
child
away
from
her
”
(
here
she
doubled
her
two
little
fists
and
held
them
in
a
most
menacing
attitude
before
her
,
so
that
the
Major
was
charmed
to
see
such
a
dauntless
virago
)
,
“
the
poor
dear
thing
!
quite
alone
and
absolutely
forced
to
give
lessons
in
singing
to
get
her
bread
—
and
not
have
her
here
!
”
“
Take
lessons
,
my
dear
Mrs.
George
,
”
cried
the
Major
,
“
but
don’t
have
her
in
the
house
.
I
implore
you
,
don’t
.
”
“
Pooh
,
”
said
Jos
.
“
You
who
are
always
good
and
kind
;
always
used
to
be
at
any
rate
:
I’m
astonished
at
you
,
Major
William
,
”
Amelia
cried
.
“
Why
what
is
the
moment
to
help
her
but
when
she
is
so
miserable
?
Now
is
the
time
to
be
of
service
to
her
.
The
oldest
friend
I
ever
had
,
and
not
—
”
“
She
was
not
always
your
friend
,
Amelia
,
”
the
Major
said
,
for
he
was
quite
angry
.
This
allusion
was
too
much
for
Emmy
,
who
,
looking
the
Major
almost
fiercely
in
the
face
,
said
,
“
For
shame
,
Major
Dobbin
!
”
and
after
having
fired
this
shot
,
she
walked
out
of
the
room
with
a
most
majestic
air
,
and
shut
her
own
door
briskly
on
herself
and
her
outraged
dignity
.
“
To
allude
to
that
!
”
she
said
,
when
the
door
was
closed
.
“
Oh
,
it
was
cruel
of
him
to
remind
me
of
it
,
”
and
she
looked
up
at
George’s
picture
,
which
hung
there
as
usual
,
with
the
portrait
of
the
boy
underneath
.
“
If
was
cruel
of
him
.
If
I
had
forgiven
it
,
ought
he
to
have
spoken
?
No.
And
it
is
from
his
own
lips
that
I
know
how
wicked
and
groundless
my
jealousy
was
;
and
that
you
were
pure
—
Oh
yes
,
you
were
pure
,
my
saint
in
heaven
!
”
She
paced
the
room
trembling
and
indignant
.
She
went
and
leaned
on
the
chest
of
drawers
over
which
the
picture
hung
,
and
gazed
and
gazed
at
it
.
Its
eyes
seemed
to
look
down
on
her
with
a
reproach
that
deepened
as
she
looked
.
The
early
dear
,
dear
memories
of
that
brief
prime
of
love
rushed
back
upon
her
.
The
wound
which
years
had
scarcely
cicatrised
bled
afresh
,
and
oh
,
how
bitterly
!
She
could
not
bear
the
reproaches
of
the
husband
there
before
her
.
It
couldn’t
be
.
Never
,
never
!
Poor
Dobbin
;
poor
old
William
!
That
unlucky
word
had
undone
the
work
of
many
a
year
—
the
long
laborious
edifice
of
a
life
of
love
and
constancy
—
raised
,
too
,
upon
what
secret
and
hidden
foundations
,
wherein
lay
buried
passions
,
uncounted
struggles
,
unknown
sacrifices
—
a
little
word
was
spoken
,
and
down
fell
the
fair
palace
of
hope
—
one
word
,
and
away
flew
the
bird
which
he
had
been
trying
all
his
life
to
lure
!
William
,
though
he
saw
by
Amelia’s
looks
that
a
great
crisis
had
come
,
nevertheless
continued
to
implore
Sedley
in
the
most
energetic
terms
,
to
beware
of
Rebecca
:
and
he
eagerly
,
almost
frantically
,
adjured
Jos
not
to
receive
her
.
He
besought
Mr.
Sedley
to
inquire
at
least
regarding
her
:
told
him
how
he
had
heard
that
she
was
in
the
company
of
gamblers
and
people
of
ill
repute
;
pointed
out
what
evil
she
had
done
in
former
days
:
how
she
and
Crawley
had
misled
poor
George
into
ruin
:
how
she
was
now
parted
from
her
husband
,
by
her
own
confession
,
and
,
perhaps
,
for
good
reason
.
What
a
dangerous
companion
she
would
be
for
his
sister
,
who
knew
nothing
of
the
affairs
of
the
world
!
William
implored
Jos
,
with
all
the
eloquence
which
he
could
bring
to
bear
,
and
a
great
deal
more
energy
than
this
quiet
gentleman
was
ordinarily
in
the
habit
of
showing
,
to
keep
Rebecca
out
of
his
household
.
Had
he
been
less
violent
,
or
more
dexterous
,
he
might
have
succeeded
in
his
supplications
to
Jos
;
but
the
Civilian
was
not
a
little
jealous
of
the
airs
of
superiority
which
the
Major
constantly
exhibited
towards
him
,
as
he
fancied
(
indeed
,
he
had
imparted
his
opinions
to
Mr.
Kirsch
,
the
courier
,
whose
bills
Major
Dobbin
checked
on
this
journey
,
and
who
sided
with
his
master
)
,
and
he
began
a
blustering
speech
about
his
competency
to
defend
his
own
honour
,
his
desire
not
to
have
his
affairs
meddled
with
,
his
intention
,
in
fine
,
to
rebel
against
the
Major
,
when
the
colloquy
—
rather
a
long
and
stormy
one
—
was
put
an
end
to
in
the
simplest
way
possible
,
namely
,
by
the
arrival
of
Mrs.
Becky
,
with
a
porter
from
the
Elephant
Hotel
,
in
charge
of
her
very
meagre
baggage
.
She
greeted
her
host
with
affectionate
respect
,
and
made
a
shrinking
,
but
amicable
,
salutation
to
Major
Dobbin
,
who
,
as
her
instinct
assured
her
at
once
,
was
her
enemy
,
and
had
been
speaking
against
her
;
and
the
bustle
and
clatter
consequent
upon
her
arrival
brought
Amelia
out
of
her
room
.
Emmy
went
up
and
embraced
her
guest
with
the
greatest
warmth
,
and
took
no
notice
of
the
Major
,
except
to
fling
him
an
angry
look
—
the
most
unjust
and
scornful
glance
that
had
perhaps
ever
appeared
in
that
poor
little
woman’s
face
since
she
was
born
.
But
she
had
private
reasons
of
her
own
,
and
was
bent
upon
being
angry
with
him
.
And
Dobbin
,
indignant
at
the
injustice
,
not
at
the
defeat
,
went
off
,
making
her
a
bow
quite
as
haughty
as
the
killing
curtsey
with
which
the
little
woman
chose
to
bid
him
farewell
.
He
being
gone
,
Emmy
was
particularly
lively
and
affectionate
to
Rebecca
,
and
bustled
about
the
apartments
and
installed
her
guest
in
her
room
with
an
eagerness
and
activity
seldom
exhibited
by
our
placid
little
friend
.
But
when
an
act
of
injustice
is
to
be
done
,
especially
by
weak
people
,
it
is
best
that
it
should
be
done
quickly
;
and
Emmy
thought
she
was
displaying
a
great
deal
of
firmness
and
proper
feeling
and
veneration
for
the
late
Captain
Osborne
in
her
present
behaviour
.
Georgy
came
in
from
the
fêtes
for
dinner-time
,
and
found
four
covers
laid
as
usual
;
but
one
of
the
places
was
occupied
by
a
lady
,
instead
of
by
Major
Dobbin
.
“
Hullo
!
where’s
Dob
?
”
the
young
gentleman
asked
,
with
his
usual
simplicity
of
language
.
“
Major
Dobbin
is
dining
out
,
I
suppose
,
”
his
mother
said
:
and
,
drawing
the
boy
to
her
,
kissed
him
a
great
deal
,
and
put
his
hair
off
his
forehead
,
and
introduced
him
to
Mrs.
Crawley
.
“
This
is
my
boy
,
Rebecca
.
”
Mrs.
Osborne
said
—
as
much
as
to
