newlandlord
:
the
neighbouring
gentry’s
carriages
at
three
miles
an
hour
,
empty
,
and
in
profound
affliction
:
the
parson
speaking
out
the
formula
about
“
our
dear
brother
departed
.
”
As
long
as
we
have
a
man’s
body
,
we
play
our
Vanities
upon
it
,
surrounding
it
with
humbug
and
ceremonies
,
laying
it
in
state
,
and
packing
it
up
in
gilt
nails
and
velvet
:
and
we
finish
our
duty
by
placing
over
it
a
stone
,
written
all
over
with
lies
.
Bute’s
curate
,
a
smart
young
fellow
from
Oxford
,
and
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
composed
between
them
an
appropriate
Latin
epitaph
for
the
late
lamented
Baronet
:
and
the
former
preached
a
classical
sermon
,
exhorting
the
survivors
not
to
give
way
to
grief
,
and
informing
them
in
the
most
respectful
terms
that
they
also
would
be
one
day
called
upon
to
pass
that
gloomy
and
mysterious
portal
which
had
just
closed
upon
the
remains
of
their
lamented
brother
.
Then
the
tenantry
mounted
on
horseback
again
,
or
stayed
and
refreshed
themselves
at
the
Crawley
Arms
.
Then
,
after
a
lunch
in
the
servants’
hall
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
the
gentry’s
carriages
wheeled
off
to
their
different
destinations
:
then
the
undertaker’s
men
,
taking
the
ropes
,
palls
,
velvets
,
ostrich
feathers
,
and
other
mortuary
properties
,
clambered
up
on
the
roof
of
the
hearse
,
and
rode
off
to
Southampton
.
Their
faces
relapsed
into
a
natural
expression
as
the
horses
,
clearing
the
lodge-gates
,
got
into
a
brisker
trot
on
the
open
road
;
and
squads
of
them
might
have
been
seen
,
speckling
with
black
the
public-house
entrances
,
with
pewter-pots
flashing
in
the
sunshine
.
Sir
Pitt’s
invalid-chair
was
wheeled
away
into
a
tool-house
in
the
garden
:
the
old
pointer
used
to
howl
sometimes
at
first
,
but
these
were
the
only
accents
of
grief
which
were
heard
in
the
Hall
of
which
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
Baronet
,
had
been
master
for
some
three-score
years
.
As
the
birds
were
pretty
plentiful
,
and
partridge-shooting
is
as
it
were
the
duty
of
an
English
gentleman
of
statesmanlike
propensities
,
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
,
the
first
shock
of
grief
over
,
went
out
a
little
and
partook
of
that
diversion
in
a
white
hat
with
crape
around
it
.
The
sight
of
those
fields
of
stubble
and
turnips
,
now
his
own
,
gave
him
many
secret
joys
.
Sometimes
,
and
with
an
exquisite
humility
,
he
took
no
gun
,
but
went
out
with
a
peaceful
bamboo
cane
;
Rawdon
,
his
big
brother
,
and
the
keepers
blazing
away
at
his
side
.
Pitt’s
money
and
acres
had
a
great
effect
upon
his
brother
.
The
penniless
Colonel
became
quite
obsequious
and
respectful
to
the
head
of
his
house
,
and
despised
the
milk-sop
Pitt
no
longer
.
Rawdon
listened
with
sympathy
to
his
senior’s
prospects
of
planting
and
drainin
gave
his
advice
about
the
stables
and
cattle
,
rode
over
to
Mudbury
to
look
at
a
mare
,
which
he
thought
would
carry
Lady
Jane
,
and
offered
to
break
her
,
etc.
:
the
rebellious
dragoon
was
quite
humbled
and
subdued
,
and
became
a
most
creditable
younger
brother
.
He
had
constant
bulletins
from
Miss
Briggs
in
London
respecting
little
Rawdon
,
who
was
left
behind
there
:
who
sent
messages
of
his
own
.
“
I
am
very
well
,
”
he
wrote
.
“
I
hope
you
are
very
well
.
I
hope
Mamma
is
very
well
.
The
pony
is
very
well
.
Grey
takes
me
to
ride
in
the
Park
.
I
can
canter
.
I
met
the
little
boy
who
rode
before
.
He
cried
when
he
cantered
.
I
do
not
cry
.
”
Rawdon
read
these
letters
to
his
brother
,
and
Lady
Jane
,
who
was
delighted
with
them
.
The
Baronet
promised
to
take
charge
of
the
lad
at
school
;
and
his
kind-hearted
wife
gave
Rebecca
a
bank-note
,
begging
her
to
buy
a
present
with
it
for
her
little
nephew
.
One
day
followed
another
,
and
the
ladies
of
the
house
passed
their
life
in
those
calm
pursuits
and
amusements
which
satisfy
country
ladies
.
Bells
rang
to
meals
,
and
to
prayers
.
The
young
ladies
took
exercise
on
the
pianoforte
every
morning
after
breakfast
,
Rebecca
giving
them
the
benefit
of
her
instruction
.
Then
they
put
on
thick
shoes
and
walked
in
the
park
or
shrubberies
,
or
beyond
the
palings
into
the
village
,
descending
upon
the
cottages
,
with
Lady
Southdown’s
medicine
and
tracts
for
the
sick
people
there
.
Lady
Southdown
drove
out
in
a
pony-chaise
,
when
Rebecca
would
take
her
place
by
the
Dowager’s
side
,
and
listen
to
her
solemn
talk
with
the
utmost
interest
.
She
sang
Handel
and
Haydn
to
the
family
of
evenings
,
and
engaged
in
a
large
piece
of
worsted
work
,
as
if
she
had
been
born
to
the
business
,
and
as
if
this
kind
of
life
was
to
continue
with
her
until
she
should
sink
to
the
grave
in
a
polite
old
age
,
leaving
regrets
and
a
great
quantity
of
consols
behind
her
—
as
if
there
were
not
cares
and
duns
,
schemes
,
shifts
,
and
poverty
,
waiting
outside
the
park
gates
to
pounce
upon
her
when
she
issued
into
the
world
again
.
“
It
isn’t
difficult
to
be
a
country
gentleman’s
wife
,
”
Rebecca
thought
.
“
I
think
I
could
be
a
good
woman
if
I
had
five
thousand
a-year
.
I
could
dawdle
about
in
the
nursery
,
and
count
the
apricots
on
the
wall
.
I
could
water
plants
in
a
green-house
,
and
pick
off
dead
leaves
from
the
geraniums
.
I
could
ask
old
women
about
their
rheumatisms
,
and
order
half-a-crown’s
worth
of
soup
for
the
poor
.
I
shouldn’t
miss
it
much
,
out
of
five
thousand
a-year
.
I
could
even
drive
out
ten
miles
to
dine
at
a
neighbour’s
,
and
dress
in
the
fashions
of
the
year
before
last
.
I
could
go
to
church
and
keep
awake
in
the
great
family
pew
:
or
go
to
sleep
behind
the
curtains
,
with
my
veil
down
,
if
I
only
had
practice
.
I
could
pay
everybody
,
if
I
had
but
the
money
.
This
is
what
the
conjurors
here
pride
themselves
upon
doing
.
They
look
down
with
pity
upon
us
miserable
sinners
who
have
none
.
They
think
themselves
generous
if
they
give
our
children
a
five-pound
note
,
and
us
contemptible
if
we
are
without
one
.
”
And
who
knows
but
Rebecca
was
right
in
her
speculations
—
and
that
it
was
only
a
question
of
money
and
fortune
which
made
the
difference
between
her
and
an
honest
woman
?
If
you
take
temptations
into
account
,
who
is
to
say
that
he
is
better
than
his
neighbour
?
A
comfortable
career
of
prosperity
,
if
it
does
not
make
people
honest
,
at
least
keeps
them
so
.
An
alderman
coming
from
a
turtle
feast
will
not
step
out
of
his
carriage
to
steal
a
leg
of
mutton
;
but
put
him
to
starve
,
and
see
if
he
will
not
purloin
a
loaf
.
Becky
consoled
herself
by
so
balancing
the
chances
and
equalising
the
distribution
of
good
and
evil
in
the
world
.
The
old
haunts
,
the
old
fields
and
woods
,
the
copses
,
ponds
,
and
gardens
,
the
rooms
of
the
old
house
where
she
had
spent
a
couple
of
years
seven
years
ago
,
were
all
carefully
revisited
by
her
.
She
had
been
young
there
,
or
comparatively
so
,
for
she
forgot
the
time
when
she
ever
was
young
—
but
she
remembered
her
thoughts
and
feelings
seven
years
back
,
and
contrasted
them
with
those
which
she
had
at
present
,
now
that
she
had
seen
the
world
and
lived
with
great
people
,
and
raised
herself
far
beyond
her
original
humble
station
.
“
I
have
passed
beyond
it
,
because
I
have
brains
,
”
Becky
thought
,
“
and
almost
all
the
rest
of
the
world
are
fools
.
I
could
not
go
back
,
and
consort
with
those
people
now
,
whom
I
used
to
meet
in
my
father’s
studio
.
Lords
come
up
to
my
door
with
stars
and
garters
instead
of
poor
artists
with
screws
of
tobacco
in
their
pockets
.
I
have
a
gentleman
for
my
husband
,
and
an
Earl’s
daughter
for
my
sister
,
in
the
very
house
where
I
was
little
better
than
a
servant
a
few
years
ago
.
But
am
I
much
better
to
do
now
in
the
world
than
I
was
when
I
was
the
poor
painter’s
daughter
,
and
wheedled
the
grocer
round
the
corner
for
sugar
and
tea
?
Suppose
I
had
married
Francis
who
was
so
fond
of
me
—
I
couldn’t
have
been
much
poorer
than
I
am
now
.
Heigho
!
I
wish
I
could
exchange
my
position
in
society
,
and
all
my
relations
for
a
snug
sum
in
the
Three
per
Cent
.
Consols
;
”
for
so
it
was
that
Becky
felt
the
Vanity
of
human
affairs
,
and
it
was
in
those
securities
that
she
would
have
liked
to
cast
anchor
.
It
may
,
perhaps
,
have
struck
her
that
to
have
been
honest
and
humble
,
to
have
done
her
duty
,
and
to
have
marched
straightforward
on
her
way
,
would
have
brought
her
as
near
happiness
as
that
path
by
which
she
was
striving
to
attain
it
.
But
,
—
just
as
the
children
at
Queen’s
Crawley
went
round
the
room
,
where
the
body
of
their
father
lay
;
—
if
ever
Becky
had
these
thoughts
,
she
was
accustomed
to
walk
round
them
,
and
not
look
in
.
She
eluded
them
,
and
despised
them
—
or
at
least
she
was
committed
to
the
other
path
from
which
retreat
was
now
impossible
.
And
for
my
part
I
believe
that
remorse
is
the
least
active
of
all
a
man’s
moral
senses
—
the
very
easiest
to
be
deadened
when
wakened
:
and
in
some
never
wakened
at
all
.
We
grieve
at
being
found
out
,
and
at
the
idea
of
shame
or
punishment
;
but
the
mere
sense
of
wrong
makes
very
few
people
unhappy
in
Vanity
Fair
.
So
Rebecca
,
during
her
stay
at
Queen’s
Crawley
,
made
as
many
friends
of
the
Mammon
of
Unrighteousness
as
she
could
possibly
bring
under
control
.
Lady
Jane
and
her
husband
bade
her
farewell
with
the
warmest
demonstrations
of
good-will
.
They
looked
forward
with
pleasure
to
the
time
when
,
the
family-house
in
Gaunt
Street
being
repaired
and
beautified
,
they
were
to
meet
again
in
London
.
Lady
Southdown
made
her
up
a
packet
of
medicine
,
and
sent
a
letter
by
her
to
the
Rev.
Lawrence
Grills
,
exhorting
that
gentleman
to
save
the
brand
who
“
honoured
”
the
letter
from
the
burning
.
Pitt
accompanied
them
with
four
horses
in
the
carriage
to
Mudbury
,
having
sent
on
their
baggage
in
a
cart
previously
,
accompanied
with
loads
of
game
.
“
How
happy
you
will
be
to
see
your
darling
little
boy
again
!
”
Lady
Crawley
said
,
taking
leave
of
her
kinswoman
.
“
O
so
happy
!
”
said
Rebecca
,
throwing
up
the
green
eyes
.
She
was
immensely
happy
to
be
free
of
the
place
,
and
yet
loth
to
go
.
Queen’s
Crawley
was
abominably
stupid
;
and
yet
the
air
there
was
somehow
purer
than
that
which
she
had
been
accustomed
to
breathe
.
Everybody
had
been
dull
,
but
had
been
kind
in
their
way
.
“
It
is
all
the
influence
of
a
long
course
of
Three
per
Cents
,
”
Becky
said
to
herself
,
and
was
right
very
likely
.
However
,
the
London
lamps
flashed
joyfully
as
the
stage
rolled
into
Piccadilly
,
and
Briggs
had
made
a
beautiful
fire
in
Curzon
Street
,
and
little
Rawdon
was
up
to
welcome
back
his
papa
and
mamma
.
VII
.
Which
Treats
of
the
Osborne
Family
CONSIDERABLE
time
has
elapsed
since
we
have
seen
our
respectable
friend
,
old
Mr.
Osborne
of
Russell
Square
.
He
has
not
been
the
happiest
of
mortals
since
last
we
met
him
.
Events
have
occurred
which
have
not
improved
his
temper
,
and
in
more
instances
than
one
he
has
not
been
allowed
to
have
his
own
way
.
To
be
thwarted
in
this
reasonable
desire
was
always
very
injurious
to
the
old
gentleman
;
and
resistance
became
doubly
exasperating
when
gout
,
age
,
loneliness
,
and
the
force
of
many
disappointments
combined
to
weigh
him
down
.
His
stiff
black
hair
began
to
grow
quite
white
soon
after
his
son’s
death
;
his
face
grew
redder
;
his
hands
trembled
more
and
more
as
he
poured
out
his
glass
of
port
wine
.
He
led
his
clerks
a
dire
life
in
the
City
:
his
family
at
home
were
not
much
happier
.
I
doubt
if
Rebecca
,
whom
we
have
seen
piously
praying
for
Consols
,
would
have
exchanged
her
poverty
and
the
dare-devil
excitement
and
chances
of
her
life
,
for
Osborne’s
money
and
the
humdrum
gloom
which
enveloped
him
.
He
had
proposed
for
Miss
Swartz
,
but
had
been
rejected
scornfully
by
the
partizans
of
that
lady
,
who
married
her
to
a
young
sprig
of
Scotch
nobility
.
He
was
a
man
to
have
married
a
woman
out
of
low
life
,
and
bullied
her
dreadfully
afterwards
:
but
no
person
presented
herself
suitable
to
his
taste
;
and
,
instead
,
he
tyrannised
over
his
unmarried
daughter
,
at
home
.
She
had
a
fine
carriage
and
fine
horses
,
and
sate
at
the
head
of
a
table
loaded
with
the
grandest
plate
.
She
had
a
cheque-book
,
a
prize
footman
to
follow
her
when
she
walked
,
unlimited
credit
,
and
bows
and
compliments
from
all
the
tradesmen
and
all
the
appurtenances
of
an
heiress
;
but
she
spent
a
woful
time
.
The
little
charity-girls
at
the
Foundling
,
the
sweeperess
at
the
crossing
,
the
poorest
under-kitchen-maid
in
the
servants’
hall
,
was
happy
compared
to
that
unfortunate
and
now
middle-aged
young
lady
.
Frederick
Bullock
,
Esq.
,
of
the
house
of
Bullock
,
Hulker
,
and
Bullock
,
had
married
Maria
Osborne
,
not
without
a
great
deal
of
difficulty
and
grumbling
on
Mr.
Bullock’s
part
.
George
being
dead
and
cut
out
of
his
father’s
will
,
Frederick
insisted
that
the
half
of
the
old
gentleman’s
property
should
be
settled
upon
his
Maria
,
and
indeed
,
for
a
long
time
,
refused
“
to
come
to
the
scratch
”
(
it
was
Mr.
Frederick’s
own
expression
)
on
any
other
terms
.
Osborne
said
Fred
had
agreed
to
take
his
daughter
with
twenty
thousand
,
and
he
should
bind
himself
to
no
more
.
“
Fred
might
take
it
,
and
welcome
,
or
leave
it
,
and
go
and
be
hanged
.
”
Fred
,
whose
hopes
had
been
raised
when
George
had
been
disinherited
,
thought
himself
infamously
swindled
by
the
old
merchant
,
and
for
some
time
made
as
if
he
would
break
off
the
match
altogether
.
Osborne
withdrew
his
account
from
Bullock
and
Hulker’s
,
went
on
’Change
with
a
horsewhip
which
he
swore
he
would
lay
across
the
back
of
a
certain
scoundrel
that
should
be
nameless
,
and
demeaned
himself
in
his
usual
violent
manner
.
Jane
Osborne
condoled
with
her
sister
Maria
during
this
family
feud
.
“
I
always
told
you
,
Maria
,
that
it
was
your
money
he
loved
,
and
not
you
,
”
she
said
,
soothingly
.
‘He
selected
me
and
my
money
at
any
rate
:
he
didn’t
choose
you
and
yours
,
”
replied
Maria
,
tossing
up
her
head
.
The
rupture
was
,
however
,
only
temporary
.
Fred’s
father
and
senior
partners
counselled
him
to
take
Maria
,
even
with
the
twenty
thousand
settled
,
half
down
,
and
half
at
the
death
of
Mr.
Osborne
,
with
the
chances
of
the
further
division
of
the
property
.
So
he
“
knuckled
down
,
”
again
to
use
his
own
phrase
;
and
sent
old
Hulker
with
peaceable
overtures
to
Osborne
.
It
was
his
father
,
he
said
,
who
would
not
hear
of
the
match
,
and
had
made
the
difficulties
;
he
was
most
anxious
to
keep
the
engagement
.
The
excuse
was
sulkily
accepted
by
Mr.
Osborne
.
Hulker
and
Bullock
were
a
high
family
of
the
City
aristocracy
,
and
connected
with
the
“
nobs
”
at
the
West
End
.
It
was
something
for
the
old
man
to
be
able
to
say
,
“
My
son
,
sir
,
of
the
house
of
Hulker
,
Bullock
,
and
Co.
,
sir
;
my
daughter’s
cousin
,
Lady
Mango
,
sir
,
daughter
of
the
Right
Hon.
the
Earl
of
Castlemouldy
.
”
In
his
imagination
he
saw
his
house
peopled
by
the
“
nobs
.
”
So
he
forgave
young
Bullock
,
and
consented
that
the
marriage
should
take
place
.
It
was
a
grand
affair
—
the
bridegroom’s
relatives
giving
the
breakfast
,
their
habitations
being
near
St.
George’s
,
Hanover
Square
,
where
the
business
took
place
.
The
“
nobs
of
the
West
End
”
were
invited
,
and
many
of
them
signed
the
book
.
Mr.
Mango
and
Lady
Mary
Mango
were
there
,
with
the
dear
young
Gwendoline
and
Guinever
Mango
as
bridesmaids
;
Colonel
Bludyer
of
the
Dragoon
Guards
(
eldest
son
of
the
house
of
Bludyer
Brothers
,
Mincing
Lane
)
,
another
cousin
of
the
bridegroom
,
and
the
Honourable
Mrs.
Bludyer
;
the
Honourable
George
Boulter
,
Lord
Levant’s
son
,
and
his
lady
,
Miss
Mango
that
was
;
Lord
Viscount
Castletoddy
;
Honourable
James
McMull
and
Mrs.
McMull
(
formerly
Miss
Swartz
)
,
and
a
host
of
fashionables
,
who
have
all
married
into
Lombard
Street
,
and
done
a
great
deal
to
ennoble
Cornhill
.
The
young
couple
had
a
house
near
Berkeley
Square
,
and
a
small
villa
at
Roehampton
,
among
the
banking
colony
there
.
Fred
was
considered
to
have
made
rather
a
mésalliance
by
the
ladies
of
his
family
,
whose
grandfather
had
been
in
a
Charity
School
,
and
who
were
allied
through
the
husbands
with
some
of
the
best
blood
in
England
.
And
Maria
was
bound
,
by
superior
pride
and
great
care
in
the
composition
of
her
visiting-book
,
to
make
up
for
the
defects
of
birth
;
and
felt
it
her
duty
to
see
her
father
and
sister
as
little
as
possible
.
That
she
should
utterly
break
with
the
old
man
,
who
had
still
so
many
scores
of
thousand
pounds
to
give
away
,
is
absurd
to
suppose
.
Fred
Bullock
would
never
allow
her
to
do
that
.
But
she
was
still
young
and
incapable
of
hiding
her
feelings
:
and
by
inviting
her
papa
and
sister
to
her
thirdrate
parties
,
and
behaving
very
coldly
to
them
when
they
came
,
and
by
avoiding
Russell
Square
,
and
indiscreetly
begging
her
father
to
quit
that
odious
vulgar
place
;
she
did
more
harm
than
all
Frederick’s
diplomacy
could
repair
,
and
perilled
her
chance
of
her
inheritance
like
a
giddy
heedless
creature
as
she
was
.
“
So
Russell
Square
is
not
good
enough
for
Mrs.
Maria
,
hay
?
”
said
the
old
gentleman
,
rattling
up
the
carriage-windows
as
he
and
his
daughter
drove
away
one
night
from
Mrs.
Frederick
Bullock’s
,
after
dinner
.
“
So
she
invites
her
father
and
sister
to
a
second
day’s
dinner
(
if
those
sides
,
or
ontrys
,
as
she
calls
’em
,
weren’t
served
yesterday
,
I’m
d
—
d
)
.
and
to
meet
City
folks
and
littery
men
,
and
keeps
the
Earls
and
the
Ladies
,
and
the
Honourables
to
herself
.
Honourables
?
Damn
Honourables
.
I
am
a
plain
British
merchant
I
am
:
and
could
buy
the
beggarly
hounds
over
and
over
.
Lords
,
indeed
!
—
why
,
at
one
of
her
swarreys
I
saw
one
of
’em
speak
to
a
damn
fiddler
—
a
fellar
I
despise
.
And
they
won’t
come
to
Russell
Square
,
won’t
they
?
Why
,
I’ll
lay
my
life
I’ve
got
a
better
glass
of
wine
,
and
pay
a
better
figure
for
it
,
and
can
show
a
handsomer
service
of
silver
,
and
can
lay
a
better
dinner
on
my
mahogany
,
than
ever
they
see
on
theirs
—
the
cringing
,
sneaking
,
stuck-up
fools
.
Drive
on
quick
,
James
:
I
want
to
get
back
to
Russell
Square
—
ha
,
ha
!
”
and
he
sank
back
into
the
corner
with
a
furious
laugh
.
With
such
reflections
on
his
own
superior
merit
,
it
was
the
custom
of
the
old
gentleman
not
unfrequently
to
console
himself
.
Jane
Osborne
could
not
but
concur
in
these
opinions
respecting
her
sister’s
conduct
;
and
when
Mrs.
Frederick’s
first-born
,
Frederick
Augustus
Howard
Stanley
Devereux
Bullock
,
was
born
,
old
Osborne
,
who
was
invited
to
the
christening
and
to
be
godfather
,
contented
himself
with
sending
the
child
a
gold
cup
,
with
twenty
guineas
inside
it
for
the
nurse
.
“
That’s
more
than
any
of
your
Lords
will
give
,
I’ll
warrant
,
”
he
said
,
and
refused
to
attend
at
the
ceremony
.
The
splendour
of
the
gift
,
however
,
caused
great
satisfaction
to
the
house
of
Bullock
.
Maria
thought
that
her
father
was
very
much
pleased
with
her
,
and
Frederick
augured
the
best
for
his
little
son
and
heir
.
One
can
fancy
the
pangs
with
which
Miss
Osborne
in
her
solitude
in
Russell
Square
read
the
Morning
Post
,
where
her
sister’s
name
occurred
every
now
and
then
,
in
the
articles
headed
“
Fashionable
Reunions
,
”
and
where
she
had
an
opportunity
of
reading
a
description
of
Mrs.
F
.
Bullock’s
costume
,
when
presented
at
the
Drawing-room
by
Lady
Frederica
Bullock
.
Jane’s
own
life
,
as
we
have
said
,
admitted
of
no
such
grandeur
.
It
was
an
awful
existence
.
She
had
to
get
up
of
black
winter’s
mornings
to
make
breakfast
for
her
scowling
old
father
,
who
would
have
turned
the
whole
house
out
of
doors
if
his
tea
had
not
been
ready
at
half-past
eight
.
She
remained
silent
opposite
to
him
,
listening
to
the
urn
hissing
,
and
sitting
in
tremor
while
the
parent
read
his
paper
,
and
consumed
his
accustomed
portion
of
muffins
and
tea
.
At
half-past
nine
he
rose
and
went
to
the
City
,
and
she
was
almost
free
till
dinner-time
,
to
make
visitations
in
the
kitchen
,
and
to
scold
the
servants
:
to
drive
abroad
and
descend
upon
the
tradesmen
,
who
were
prodigiously
respectful
:
to
leave
her
cards
and
her
papa’s
at
the
great
glum
respectable
houses
of
their
City
friends
;
or
to
sit
alone
in
the
large
drawingroom
,
expecting
visitors
;
and
working
at
a
huge
piece
of
worsted
by
the
fire
,
on
the
sofa
,
hard
by
the
great
Iphigenia
clock
,
which
ticked
and
tolled
with
mournful
loudness
in
the
dreary
room
.
The
great
glass
over
the
mantel-piece
,
faced
by
the
other
great
console
glass
at
the
opposite
end
of
the
room
,
increased
and
multiplied
between
them
the
brown
Holland
bag
in
which
the
chandelier
hung
;
until
you
saw
these
brown
Holland
bags
fading
away
in
endless
perspectives
,
and
this
apartment
of
Miss
Osborne’s
seemed
the
centre
of
a
system
of
drawing-rooms
.
When
she
removed
the
cordovan
leather
from
the
grand
piano
,
and
ventured
to
play
a
few
notes
on
it
,
it
sounded
with
a
mournful
sadness
,
startling
the
dismal
echoes
of
the
house
.
George’s
picture
was
gone
,
and
laid
upstairs
in
a
lumber-room
in
the
garret
;
and
though
there
was
a
consciousness
of
him
,
and
father
and
daughter
often
instinctively
knew
that
they
were
thinking
of
him
,
no
mention
was
ever
made
of
the
brave
and
once
darling
son
.
At
five
o’clock
Mr.
Osborne
came
back
to
his
dinner
,
which
he
and
his
daughter
took
in
silence
(
seldom
broken
,
except
when
he
swore
and
was
savage
,
if
the
cooking
was
not
to
his
liking
)
,
or
which
they
shared
twice
in
a
month
with
a
party
of
dismal
friends
of
Osborne’s
rank
and
age
.
Old
Dr.
Gulp
and
his
lady
from
Bloomsbury
Square
:
old
Mr.
Frowser
,
the
attorney
,
from
Bedford
Row
,
a
very
great
man
,
and
from
his
business
,
hand-in-glove
with
the
“
nobs
at
the
West
End
;
”
old
Colonel
Livermore
,
of
the
Bombay
Army
,
and
Mrs.
Livermore
,
from
Upper
Bedford
Place
:
old
Serjeant
Toffy
and
Mrs.
Toffy
;
and
sometimes
old
Sir
Thomas
Coffin
and
Lady
Coffin
,
from
Bedford
Square
.
Sir
Thomas
was
celebrated
as
a
hanging
judge
,
and
the
particular
tawny
port
was
produced
when
he
dined
with
Mr.
Osborne
.
These
people
and
their
like
gave
the
pompous
Russell
Square
merchant
pompous
dinners
back
again
.
They
had
solemn
rubbers
of
whist
,
when
they
went
upstairs
after
drinking
,
and
their
carriages
were
called
at
half-past
ten
.
Many
rich
people
,
whom
we
poor
devils
are
in
the
habit
of
envying
,
lead
contentedly
an
existence
like
that
above
described
.
Jane
Osborne
scarcely
ever
met
a
man
under
sixty
,
and
almost
the
only
bachelor
who
appeared
in
their
society
was
Mr.
Smirk
,
the
celebrated
ladies’
doctor
.
I
can’t
say
that
nothing
had
occurred
to
disturb
the
monotony
of
this
awful
existence
:
the
fact
is
,
there
had
been
a
secret
in
poor
Jane’s
life
which
had
made
her
father
more
savage
and
morose
than
even
nature
,
pride
,
and
over-feeding
had
made
him
.
This
secret
was
connected
with
Miss
Wirt
,
who
had
a
cousin
an
artist
,
Mr.
Smee
,
very
celebrated
since
as
a
portrait-painter
and
R.A.
,
but
who
once
was
glad
enough
to
give
drawing-lessons
to
ladies
of
fashion
.
Mr.
Smee
has
forgotten
where
Russell
Square
is
now
,
but
he
was
glad
enough
to
visit
it
in
the
year
1818
,
when
Miss
Osborne
had
instruction
from
him
.
Smee
(
formerly
a
pupil
of
Sharpe
of
Frith
Street
,
a
dissolute
,
irregular
,
and
unsuccessful
man
,
but
a
man
with
great
knowledge
of
his
art
)
being
the
cousin
of
Miss
Wirt
,
we
say
,
and
introduced
by
her
to
Miss
Osborne
,
whose
hand
and
heart
were
still
free
after
various
incomplete
love
affairs
,
felt
a
great
attachment
for
this
lady
,
and
it
is
believed
inspired
one
in
her
bosom
.
Miss
Wirt
was
the
confidante
of
this
intrigue
.
I
know
not
whether
she
used
to
leave
the
room
where
the
master
and
his
pupil
were
painting
,
in
order
to
give
them
an
opportunity
for
exchanging
those
vows
and
sentiments
which
cannot
be
uttered
advantageously
in
the
presence
of
a
third
party
:
I
know
not
whether
she
hoped
that
should
her
cousin
succeed
in
carrying
off
the
rich
merchant’s
daughter
,
he
would
give
Miss
Wirt
a
portion
of
the
wealth
which
she
had
enabled
him
to
win
—
all
that
is
certain
is
,
that
Mr.
Osborne
got
some
hint
of
the
transaction
,
came
back
from
the
City
abruptly
,
and
entered
the
drawing-room
with
his
bamboo
cane
;
found
the
painter
,
the
pupil
,
and
the
companion
all
looking
exceedingly
pale
there
;
turned
the
former
out
of
doors
with
menaces
that
he
would
break
every
bone
in
his
skin
,
and
half-an-hour
afterwards
dismissed
Miss
Wirt
likewise
,
kicking
her
trunks
down
the
stairs
,
trampling
on
her
band-boxes
,
and
shaking
his
fist
at
her
hackney
coach
,
as
it
bore
her
away
.
Jane
Osborne
kept
her
bedroom
for
many
days
.
She
was
not
allowed
to
have
a
companion
afterwards
.
Her
father
swore
to
her
that
she
should
not
have
a
shilling
of
his
money
if
she
made
any
match
without
his
concurrence
;
and
as
he
wanted
a
woman
to
keep
his
house
,
he
did
not
choose
that
she
should
marry
:
so
that
she
was
obliged
to
give
up
all
projects
with
which
Cupid
had
any
share
.
During
her
papa’s
life
,
then
,
she
resigned
herself
to
the
manner
of
existence
here
described
,
and
was
content
to
be
an
Old
Maid
.
Her
sister
,
meanwhile
,
was
having
children
with
finer
names
every
year
—
and
the
intercourse
between
the
two
grew
fainter
continually
.
“
Jane
and
I
do
not
move
in
the
same
sphere
of
life
,
”
Mrs.
Bullock
said
.
“
I
regard
her
as
a
sister
,
of
course
”
—
which
means
—
what
does
it
mean
when
a
lady
says
that
she
regards
Jane
as
a
sister
?
It
has
been
described
how
the
Misses
Dobbin
lived
with
their
father
at
a
fine
villa
at
Denmark
Hill
,
where
there
were
beautiful
graperies
and
peach-trees
which
delighted
little
Georgy
Osborne
.
The
Misses
Dobbin
,
who
drove
often
to
Brompton
to
see
our
dear
Amelia
,
came
sometimes
to
Russell
Square
too
,
to
pay
a
visit
to
their
old
acquaintance
Miss
Osborne
.
I
believe
it
was
in
consequence
of
the
commands
of
their
brother
the
Major
in
India
(
for
whom
their
papa
had
a
prodigious
respect
)
,
that
they
paid
attention
to
Mrs.
George
;
for
the
Major
,
the
godfather
and
guardian
of
Amelia’s
little
boy
,
still
hoped
that
the
child’s
grandfather
might
be
induced
to
relent
towards
him
,
and
acknowledge
him
for
the
sake
of
his
son
.
The
Misses
Dobbin
kept
Miss
Osborne
acquainted
with
the
state
of
Amelia’s
affairs
;
how
she
was
living
with
her
father
and
mother
;
how
poor
they
were
;
how
they
wondered
what
men
,
and
such
men
as
their
brother
and
dear
Captain
Osborne
,
could
find
in
such
an
insignificant
little
chit
;
how
she
was
still
,
as
heretofore
,
a
namby-pamby
milk-and-water
affected
creature
—
but
how
the
boy
was
really
the
noblest
little
boy
ever
seen
—
for
the
hearts
of
all
women
warm
towards
young
children
,
and
the
sourest
spinster
is
kind
to
them
.
One
day
,
after
great
entreaties
on
the
part
of
the
Misses
Dobbin
,
Amelia
allowed
little
George
to
go
and
pass
a
day
with
them
at
Denmark
Hill
—
a
part
of
which
day
she
spent
herself
in
writing
to
the
Major
in
India
.
She
congratulated
him
on
the
happy
news
which
his
sisters
had
just
conveyed
to
her
.
She
prayed
for
his
prosperity
,
and
that
of
the
bride
he
had
chosen
.
She
thanked
him
for
a
thousand
thousand
kind
offices
and
proofs
of
steadfast
friendship
to
her
in
her
affliction
.
She
told
him
the
last
news
about
little
Georgy
,
and
how
he
was
gone
to
spend
that
very
day
with
his
sisters
in
the
country
.
She
underlined
the
letter
a
great
deal
,
and
she
signed
herself
affectionately
his
friend
,
Amelia
Osborne
.
She
forgot
to
send
any
message
of
kindness
to
Lady
O’Dowd
,
as
her
wont
was
—
and
did
not
mention
Glorvina
by
name
,
and
only
in
italics
,
as
the
Major’s
bride
,
for
whom
she
begged
blessings
.
But
the
news
of
the
marriage
removed
the
reserve
which
she
had
kept
up
towards
him
.
She
was
glad
to
be
able
to
own
and
feel
how
warmly
and
gratefully
she
regarded
him
—
and
as
for
the
idea
of
being
jealous
of
Glorvina
,
(
Glorvina
,
indeed
!
)
Amelia
would
have
scouted
it
,
if
an
angel
from
heaven
had
hinted
it
to
her
.
That
night
,
when
Georgy
came
back
in
the
pony-carriage
in
which
he
rejoiced
,
and
in
which
he
was
driven
by
Sir
Wm
.
Dobbin’s
old
coachman
,
he
had
round
his
neck
a
fine
gold
chain
and
watch
.
He
said
an
old
lady
,
not
pretty
,
had
given
it
him
,
who
cried
and
kissed
him
a
great
deal
.
But
he
didn’t
like
her
.
He
liked
grapes
very
much
.
And
he
only
liked
his
mamma
.
Amelia
shrank
and
started
:
the
timid
soul
felt
a
presentiment
of
terror
when
she
heard
that
the
relations
of
the
child’s
father
had
seen
him
.
Miss
Osborne
came
back
to
give
her
father
his
dinner
.
He
had
made
a
good
speculation
in
the
City
,
and
was
rather
in
a
good
humour
that
day
,
and
chanced
to
remark
the
agitation
under
which
she
laboured
.
“
What’s
the
matter
,
Miss
Osborne
?
”
he
deigned
to
say
.
The
woman
burst
into
tears
.
“
O
,
sir
,
”
she
said
,
“
I’ve
seen
little
George
.
He
is
as
beautiful
as
an
angel
—
and
so
like
him
!
”
The
old
man
opposite
to
her
did
not
say
a
word
,
but
flushed
up
,
and
began
to
tremble
in
every
limb
.
VIII
.
In
Which
the
Reader
Has
to
Double
the
Cape
THE
ASTONISHED
reader
must
be
called
upon
to
transport
himself
ten
thousand
miles
to
the
military
station
of
Bundlegunge
,
in
the
Madras
division
of
our
Indian
empire
,
where
our
gallant
old
friends
of
the
—
th
regiment
are
quartered
under
the
command
of
the
brave
Colonel
,
Sir
Michael
O’Dowd
.
Time
has
dealt
kindly
with
that
stout
officer
,
as
it
does
ordinarily
with
men
who
have
good
stomachs
and
good
tempers
,
and
are
not
perplexed
over
much
by
fatigue
of
the
brain
.
The
Colonel
plays
a
good
knife
and
fork
at
tiffin
,
and
resumes
those
weapons
with
great
success
at
dinner
.
He
smokes
his
hookah
after
both
meals
,
and
puffs
as
quietly
while
his
wife
scolds
him
,
as
he
did
under
the
fire
of
the
French
at
Waterloo
.
Age
and
heat
have
not
diminished
the
activity
or
the
eloquence
of
the
descendant
of
the
Malonys
and
the
Molloys
.
Her
Ladyship
,
our
old
acquaintance
,
is
as
much
at
home
at
Madras
as
at
Brussels
—
in
the
cantonment
as
under
the
tents
.
On
the
march
you
saw
her
at
the
head
of
the
regiment
seated
on
a
royal
elephant
,
a
noble
sight
.
Mounted
on
that
beast
,
she
has
been
into
action
with
tigers
in
the
jungle
:
she
has
been
received
by
native
princes
,
who
have
welcomed
her
and
Glorvina
into
the
recesses
of
their
zenanas
and
offered
her
shawls
and
jewels
which
it
went
to
her
heart
to
refuse
.
The
sentries
of
all
arms
salute
her
wherever
she
makes
her
appearance
:
and
she
touches
her
hat
gravely
to
their
salutation
.
Lady
O’Dowd
is
one
of
the
greatest
ladies
in
the
Presidency
of
Madras
—
her
quarrel
with
Lady
Smith
,
wife
of
Sir
Minos
Smith
the
puisne
judge
,
is
still
remembered
by
some
at
Madras
when
the
Colonel’s
lady
snapped
her
fingers
in
the
Judge’s
lady’s
face
,
and
said
she’d
never
walk
behind
ever
a
beggarly
civilian
.
Even
now
,
though
it
is
five-and-twenty
years
ago
,
people
remember
Lady
O’Dowd
performing
a
jig
at
Government
House
,
where
she
danced
down
two
Aides-de-Camp
,
a
Major
of
Madras
cavalry
,
and
two
gentlemen
of
the
Civil
Service
;
and
,
persuaded
by
Major
Dobbin
,
C.B.
,
second
in
command
of
the
—
th
,
to
retire
to
the
supper-room
,
lassata
nondum
satiata
recessit
.
Peggy
O’Dowd
is
indeed
the
same
as
ever
:
kind
in
act
and
thought
:
impetuous
in
temper
;
eager
to
command
:
a
tyrant
over
her
Michael
:
a
dragon
amongst
all
the
ladies
of
the
regiment
:
a
mother
to
all
the
young
men
,
whom
she
tends
in
their
sickness
,
defends
in
all
their
scrapes
,
and
with
whom
Lady
Peggy
is
immensely
popular
.
But
the
Subalterns’
and
Captains’
ladies
(
the
Major
is
unmarried
)
cabal
against
her
a
good
deal
.
They
say
that
Glorvina
gives
herself
airs
,
and
that
Peggy
herself
is
intolerably
domineering
.
She
interfered
with
a
little
congregation
which
Mrs.
Kirk
had
got
up
,
and
laughed
the
young
men
away
from
her
sermons
,
stating
that
a
soldier’s
wife
had
no
business
to
be
a
parson
:
that
Mrs.
Kirk
would
be
much
better
mending
her
husband’s
clothes
:
and
,
if
the
regiment
wanted
sermons
,
that
she
had
the
finest
in
the
world
,
those
of
her
uncle
,
the
Dean
.
She
abruptly
put
a
termination
to
a
flirtation
which
Lieutenant
Stubble
of
the
regiment
had
commenced
with
the
Surgeon’s
wife
,
threatening
to
come
down
upon
Stubble
for
the
money
which
he
had
borrowed
from
her
(
for
the
young
fellow
was
still
of
an
extravagant
turn
)
unless
he
broke
off
at
once
and
went
to
the
Cape
,
on
sick
leave
.
On
the
other
hand
,
she
housed
and
sheltered
Mrs.
Posky
,
who
fled
from
her
bungalow
one
night
,
pursued
by
her
infuriate
husband
,
wielding
his
second
brandy
bottle
,
and
actually
carried
Posky
through
the
delirium
tremens
,
and
broke
him
of
the
habit
of
drinking
,
which
had
grown
upon
that
officer
,
as
all
evil
habits
will
grow
upon
men
.
In
a
word
,
in
adversity
she
was
the
best
of
comforters
,
in
good
fortune
the
most
troublesome
of
friends
;
having
a
perfectly
good
opinion
of
herself
always
,
and
an
indomitable
resolution
to
have
her
own
way
.
Among
other
points
,
she
had
made
up
her
mind
that
Glorvina
should
marry
our
old
friend
Dobbin
.
Mrs.
O’Dowd
knew
the
Major’s
expectations
and
appreciated
his
good
qualities
,
and
the
high
character
which
he
enjoyed
in
his
profession
.
Glorvina
,
a
very
handsome
,
fresh-coloured
black-haired
,
blue-eyed
young
lady
,
who
could
ride
a
horse
,
or
play
a
sonata
with
any
girl
out
of
the
County
Cork
,
seemed
to
be
the
very
person
destined
to
insure
Dobbin’s
happiness
—
much
more
than
that
poor
good
little
weak-spur’ted
Amelia
,
about
whom
he
used
to
take
on
so
.
—
“
Look
at
Glorvina
enter
a
room
,
”
Mrs.
O’Dowd
would
say
,
“
and
compare
her
with
that
poor
Mrs.
Osborne
,
who
couldn’t
say
bo
to
a
goose
.
She’d
be
worthy
of
you
,
Major
—
you’re
a
quiet
man
yourself
,
and
want
some
one
to
talk
for
ye
.
And
though
she
does
not
come
of
such
good
blood
as
the
Malonys
or
Molloys
,
let
me
tell
ye
,
she’s
of
an
ancient
family
that
any
nobleman
might
be
proud
to
marry
into
.
”
But
before
she
had
come
to
such
a
resolution
,
and
determined
to
subjugate
Major
Dobbin
by
her
endearments
,
it
must
be
owned
that
Glorvina
had
practised
them
a
good
deal
elsewhere
.
She
had
had
a
season
in
Dublin
,
and
who
knows
how
many
in
Cork
,
Killarney
,
and
Mallow
?
She
had
flirted
with
all
the
marriageable
officers
whom
the
depôts
of
her
country
afforded
,
and
all
the
bachelor
squires
who
seemed
eligible
.
She
had
been
engaged
to
be
married
a
half
score
times
in
Ireland
,
besides
the
clergyman
at
Bath
who
used
her
so
ill.
She
had
flirted
all
the
way
to
Madras
with
the
Captain
and
chief-mate
of
the
Ramchunder
East
Indiaman
,
and
had
a
season
at
the
Presidency
with
her
brother
and
Mrs.
O’Dowd
,
who
was
staying
there
,
while
the
Major
of
the
regiment
was
in
command
at
the
station
.
Everybody
admired
her
there
:
everybody
danced
with
her
:
but
no
one
proposed
who
was
worth
the
marrying
;
one
or
two
exceedingly
young
subalterns
sighed
after
her
,
and
a
beardless
civilian
or
two
;
but
she
rejected
these
as
beneath
her
pretensions
;
and
other
and
younger
virgins
than
Glorvina
were
married
before
her
.
There
are
women
,
and
handsome
women
too
,
who
have
this
fortune
in
life
.
They
fall
in
love
with
the
utmost
generosity
;
they
ride
and
walk
with
half
the
Army-list
,
though
they
draw
near
to
forty
,
and
yet
the
Misses
O’Grady
are
the
Misses
O’Grady
still
:
Glorvina
persisted
that
but
for
Lady
O’Dowd’s
unlucky
quarrel
with
the
Judge’s
lady
,
she
would
have
made
a
good
match
at
Madras
,
where
old
Mr.
Chutney
,
who
was
at
the
head
of
the
civil
service
(
and
who
afterwards
married
Miss
Dolby
,
a
young
lady
only
thirteen
years
of
age
,
who
had
just
arrived
from
school
in
Europe
)
,
was
just
at
the
point
of
proposing
to
her
.
Well
,
although
Lady
O’Dowd
and
Glorvina
quarrelled
a
great
number
of
times
every
day
,
and
upon
almost
every
conceivable
subject
—
indeed
,
if
Mick
O’Dowd
had
not
possessed
the
temper
of
an
angel
two
such
women
constantly
about
his
ears
would
have
driven
him
out
of
his
senses
—
yet
they
agreed
between
themselves
on
this
point
,
that
Glorvina
should
marry
Major
Dobbin
,
and
were
determined
that
the
Major
should
have
no
rest
until
the
arrangement
was
brought
about
.
Undismayed
by
forty
or
fifty
previous
defeats
,
Glorvina
laid
siege
to
him
.
She
sang
Irish
Melodies
at
him
unceasingly
.
She
asked
him
so
frequently
and
pathetically
,
Will
ye
come
to
the
bower
?
that
it
is
a
wonder
how
any
man
of
feeling
could
have
resisted
the
invitation
.
She
was
never
tired
of
inquiring
,
if
Sorrow
had
his
young
days
faded
;
and
was
ready
to
listen
and
weep
like
Desdemona
at
the
stories
of
his
dangers
and
campaigns
.
It
has
been
said
that
our
honest
and
dear
old
friend
used
to
perform
on
the
flute
in
private
:
Glorvina
insisted
upon
having
duets
with
him
,
and
Lady
O’Dowd
would
rise
and
artlessly
quit
the
room
,
when
the
young
couple
were
so
engaged
.
Glorvina
forced
the
Major
to
ride
with
her
of
mornings
.
The
whole
cantonment
saw
them
set
out
and
return
.
She
was
constantly
writing
notes
over
to
him
at
his
house
,
borrowing
his
books
,
and
scoring
with
her
great
pencil-marks
such
passages
of
sentiment
or
humour
as
awakened
her
sympathy
.
She
borrowed
his
horses
,
his
servants
,
his
spoons
,
and
palankin
;
—
no
wonder
that
public
rumour
assigned
her
to
him
,
and
that
the
Major’s
sisters
in
England
should
fancy
they
were
about
to
have
a
sister-in-law
.
Dobbin
,
who
was
thus
vigorously
besieged
,
was
in
the
meanwhile
in
a
state
of
the
most
odious
tranquillity
.
He
used
to
laugh
when
the
young
fellows
of
the
regiment
joked
him
about
Glorvina’s
manifest
attentions
to
him
.
“
Bah
!
”
said
he
,
“
she
is
only
keeping
her
hand
in
—
she
practises
upon
me
as
she
does
upon
Mrs.
Tozer’s
piano
,
because
it’s
the
most
handy
instrument
in
the
station
.
I
am
much
too
battered
and
old
for
such
a
fine
young
lady
as
Glorvina
.
”
And
so
he
went
on
riding
with
her
,
and
copying
music
and
verses
into
her
albums
,
and
playing
at
chess
with
her
very
submissively
;
for
it
is
with
these
simple
amusements
that
some
officers
in
India
are
accustomed
to
while
away
their
leisure
moments
;
while
others
of
a
less
domestic
turn
hunt
hogs
,
and
shoot
snipes
,
or
gamble
and
smoke
cheroots
,
and
betake
themselves
to
brandy-and-water
.
As
for
Sir
Michael
O’Dowd
,
though
his
lady
and
her
sister
both
urged
him
to
call
upon
the
Major
to
explain
himself
,
and
not
keep
on
torturing
a
poor
innocent
girl
in
that
shameful
way
,
the
old
soldier
refused
point-blank
to
have
anything
to
do
with
the
conspiracy
.
“
Faith
,
the
Major’s
big
enough
to
choose
for
himself
,
”
Sir
Michael
said
;
“
he’ll
ask
ye
when
he
wants
ye
;
”
—
or
else
he
would
turn
the
matter
off
jocularly
,
declaring
that
“
Dobbin
was
too
young
to
keep
house
,
and
had
written
home
to
ask
lave
of
his
mamma
.
”
Nay
,
he
went
farther
,
and
in
private
communications
with
his
Major
,
would
caution
and
rally
him
—
crying
,
“
Mind
your
oi
,
Dob
,
my
boy
,
them
girls
is
bent
on
mischief
—
me
Lady
has
just
got
a
box
of
gowns
from
Europe
,
and
there’s
a
pink
satin
for
Glorvina
,
which
will
finish
ye
,
Dob
,
if
it’s
in
the
power
of
woman
or
satin
to
move
ye
.
”
But
the
truth
is
,
neither
beauty
nor
fashion
could
conquer
him
.
Our
honest
friend
had
but
one
idea
of
a
woman
in
his
head
,
and
that
one
did
not
in
the
least
resemble
Miss
Glorvina
O’Dowd
in
pink
satin
.
A
gentle
little
woman
in
black
,
with
large
eyes
and
brown
hair
,
seldom
speaking
save
when
spoken
to
,
and
then
in
a
voice
not
the
least
resembling
Miss
Glorvina’s
—
a
soft
young
mother
tending
an
infant
and
beckoning
the
Major
up
with
a
smile
to
look
at
him
—
a
rosy-cheeked
lass
coming
singing
into
the
room
in
Russell
Square
or
hanging
on
George
Osborne’s
arm
,
happy
and
loving
—
there
was
but
this
image
that
filled
our
honest
Major’s
mind
by
day
and
by
night
,
and
reigned
over
it
always
.
Very
likely
Amelia
was
not
like
the
portrait
the
Major
had
formed
of
her
:
there
was
a
figure
in
a
book
of
fashions
which
his
sisters
had
in
England
,
and
with
which
William
had
made
away
privately
,
pasting
it
into
the
lid
of
his
desk
,
and
fancying
he
saw
some
resemblance
to
Mrs.
Osborne
in
the
print
,
whereas
I
have
seen
it
,
and
can
vouch
that
it
is
but
the
picture
of
a
high-waisted
gown
with
an
impossible
doll’s
face
simpering
over
it
—
and
,
perhaps
,
Mr.
Dobbin’s
sentimental
Amelia
was
no
more
like
the
real
one
than
this
absurd
little
print
which
he
cherished
.
But
what
man
in
love
,
of
us
,
is
better
informed
?
—
or
is
he
much
happier
when
he
sees
and
owns
his
delusion
?
Dobbin
was
under
this
spell
.
He
did
not
bother
his
friends
and
the
public
much
about
his
feelings
,
or
indeed
lose
his
natural
rest
or
appetite
on
account
of
them
.
His
head
has
grizzled
since
we
saw
him
last
;
and
a
line
or
two
of
silver
may
be
seen
in
the
soft
brown
hair
likewise
.
But
his
feelings
are
not
in
the
least
changed
or
oldened
;
and
his
love
remains
as
fresh
as
a
man’s
recollections
of
boyhood
are
.
We
have
said
how
the
two
Misses
Dobbin
and
Amelia
,
the
Major’s
correspondents
in
Europe
,
wrote
him
letters
from
England
;
Mrs.
Osborne
congratulating
him
with
great
candour
and
cordiality
upon
his
approaching
nuptials
with
Miss
O’Dowd
.
“
Your
sister
has
just
kindly
visited
me
,
”
Amelia
wrote
in
her
letter
,
“
and
informed
me
of
an
interesting
event
,
upon
which
I
beg
to
offer
my
most
sincere
congratulations
.
I
hope
the
young
lady
to
whom
I
hear
you
are
to
be
united
will
in
every
respect
prove
worthy
of
one
who
is
himself
all
kindness
and
goodness
.
The
poor
widow
has
only
her
prayers
to
offer
,
and
her
cordial
wishes
for
your
prosperity
!
Georgy
sends
his
love
to
his
dear
godpapa
,
and
hopes
that
you
will
not
forget
him
.
I
tell
him
that
you
are
about
to
form
other
ties
,
with
one
who
I
am
sure
merits
all
your
affection
,
but
that
,
although
such
ties
must
of
course
be
the
strongest
and
most
sacred
,
and
supersede
all
others
,
yet
that
I
am
sure
the
widow
and
the
child
whom
you
have
ever
protected
and
loved
with
always
have
a
corner
in
your
heart
.
”
The
letter
,
which
has
been
before
alluded
to
,
went
on
in
this
strain
,
protesting
throughout
as
to
the
extreme
satisfaction
of
the
writer
.
This
letter
,
which
arrived
by
the
very
same
ship
which
brought
out
Lady
O’Dowd’s
box
of
millinery
from
London
(
and
which
you
may
be
sure
Dobbin
opened
before
any
one
of
the
other
packets
which
the
mail
brought
him
)
,
put
the
receiver
into
such
a
state
of
mind
that
Glorvina
,
and
her
pink
satin
,
and
everything
belonging
to
her
,
became
perfectly
odious
to
him
.
The
Major
cursed
the
talk
of
women
;
and
the
sex
in
general
.
Everything
annoyed
him
that
day
—
the
parade
was
insufferably
hot
and
wearisome
.
Good
heavens
!
was
a
man
of
intellect
to
waste
his
life
,
day
after
day
,
inspecting
cross-belts
,
and
putting
fools
through
their
manœuvres
?
The
senseless
chatter
of
the
young
men
at
mess
was
more
than
ever
jarring
.
What
cared
he
,
a
man
on
the
high
road
to
forty
,
to
know
how
many
snipes
Lieutenant
Smith
had
shot
,
or
what
were
the
performances
of
Ensign
Brown’s
mare
?
The
jokes
about
the
table
filled
him
with
shame
.
He
was
too
old
to
listen
to
the
banter
of
the
assistant-surgeon
and
the
slang
of
the
youngsters
,
at
which
old
O’Dowd
,
with
his
bald
head
and
red
face
,
laughed
quite
easily
.
The
old
man
had
listened
to
those
jokes
any
time
these
thirty
years
—
Dobbin
himself
had
been
fifteen
years
hearing
them
.
And
after
the
boisterous
dulness
of
the
messtable
,
the
quarrels
and
scandal
of
the
ladies
of
the
regiment
!
It
was
unbearable
,
shameful
.
“
O
Amelia
,
Amelia
,
”
he
thought
,
“
you
to
whom
I
have
been
so
faithful
—
you
reproach
me
!
It
is
because
you
cannot
feel
for
me
,
that
I
drag
on
this
wearisome
life
.
And
you
reward
me
after
years
of
devotion
by
giving
me
your
blessing
upon
my
marriage
,
forsooth
with
this
flaunting
Irish
girl
!
”
Sick
and
sorry
felt
poor
William
:
more
than
ever
wretched
and
lonely
.
He
would
like
to
have
done
with
life
and
its
vanity
altogether
—
so
bootless
and
unsatisfactory
the
struggle
,
so
cheerless
and
dreary
the
prospect
seemed
to
him
.
He
lay
all
that
night
sleepless
,
and
yearning
to
go
home
.
Amelia’s
letter
had
fallen
as
a
blank
upon
him
.
No
fidelity
,
no
constant
truth
and
passion
,
could
move
her
into
warmth
.
She
would
not
see
that
he
loved
her
.
Tossing
in
his
bed
,
he
spoke
out
to
her
.
“
Good
God
,
Amelia
!
”
he
said
,
“
don’t
you
know
that
I
only
love
you
in
the
world
—
you
,
who
are
a
stone
to
me
—
you
,
whom
I
tended
through
months
and
months
of
illness
and
grief
,
and
who
bade
me
farewell
with
a
smile
on
your
face
,
and
forgot
me
before
the
door
shut
between
us
!
”
The
native
servants
lying
outside
his
verandahs
beheld
with
wonder
the
Major
,
so
cold
and
quiet
ordinarily
,
at
present
so
passionately
moved
and
cast
down
.
Would
she
have
pitied
him
had
she
seen
him
?
He
read
over
and
over
all
the
letters
which
he
ever
had
from
her
—
letters
of
business
relative
to
the
little
property
which
he
had
made
her
believe
her
husband
had
left
to
her
—
brief
notes
of
invitation
—
every
scrap
of
writing
that
she
had
ever
sent
to
him
—
how
cold
,
how
kind
,
how
hopeless
,
how
selfish
they
were
!
Had
there
been
some
kind
gentle
soul
near
at
hand
who
could
read
and
appreciate
this
silent
generous
heart
,
who
knows
but
that
the
reign
of
Amelia
might
have
been
over
,
and
that
friend
William’s
love
might
have
flowed
into
a
kinder
channel
?
But
there
was
only
Glorvina
of
the
jetty
ringlets
with
whom
his
intercourse
was
familiar
,
and
this
dashing
young
woman
was
not
bent
upon
loving
the
Major
,
but
rather
on
making
the
Major
admire
her
—
a
most
vain
and
hopeless
task
,
too
,
at
least
considering
the
means
that
the
poor
girl
possessed
to
carry
it
out
.
She
curled
her
hair
and
showed
her
shoulders
at
him
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
did
ye
ever
see
such
jet
ringlets
and
such
a
complexion
?
She
grinned
at
him
so
that
he
might
see
that
every
tooth
in
her
head
was
sound
—
and
he
never
heeded
all
these
charms
.
Very
soon
after
the
arrival
of
the
box
of
millinery
,
and
perhaps
indeed
in
honour
of
it
,
Lady
O’Dowd
and
the
ladies
of
the
King’s
Regiment
gave
a
ball
to
the
Company’s
Regiments
and
the
civilians
at
the
station
.
Glorvina
sported
the
killing
pink
frock
,
and
the
Major
,
who
attended
the
party
and
walked
very
ruefully
up
and
down
the
rooms
,
never
so
much
as
perceived
the
pink
garment
.
Glorvina
danced
past
him
in
a
fury
with
all
the
young
subalterns
of
the
station
,
and
the
Major
was
not
in
the
least
jealous
of
her
performance
,
or
angry
because
Captain
Bangles
of
the
Cavalry
handed
her
to
supper
.
It
was
not
jealousy
,
or
frocks
or
shoulders
,
that
could
move
him
,
and
Glorvina
had
nothing
more
.
So
these
two
were
each
exemplifying
the
Vanity
of
this
life
,
and
each
longing
for
what
he
or
she
could
not
get
.
Glorvina
cried
with
rage
at
the
failure
.
She
had
set
her
mind
on
the
Major
“
more
than
on
any
of
the
others
,
”
she
owned
,
sobbing
.
“
He’ll
break
my
heart
,
he
will
,
Peggy
,
”
she
would
whimper
to
her
sister-in-law
when
they
were
good
friends
;
“
sure
every
one
of
me
frocks
must
be
taken
in
—
it’s
such
a
skeleton
I’m
growing
.
”
Fat
or
thin
,
laughing
or
melancholy
,
on
horseback
or
the
music-stool
,
it
was
all
the
same
to
the
Major
.
And
the
Colonel
,
puffing
his
pipe
and
listening
to
these
complaints
,
would
suggest
that
Glory
should
have
some
black
frocks
out
in
the
next
box
from
London
,
and
told
a
mysterious
story
of
a
lady
in
Ireland
who
died
of
grief
for
the
loss
of
her
husband
before
she
got
ere
a
one
.
While
the
Major
was
going
on
in
this
tantalizing
way
,
not
proposing
,
and
declining
to
fall
in
love
,
there
came
another
ship
from
Europe
bringing
letters
on
board
,
and
amongst
them
some
more
for
the
heartless
man
.
These
were
home
letters
bearing
an
earlier
post-mark
than
that
of
the
former
packets
,
and
as
Major
Dobbin
recognised
among
his
the
handwriting
of
his
sister
,
who
always
crossed
and
recrossed
her
letters
to
her
brother
,
—
gathered
together
all
the
possible
bad
news
which
she
could
collect
,
abused
him
and
read
him
lectures
with
sisterly
frankness
,
and
always
left
him
miserable
for
the
day
after
“
dearest
William
”
had
achieved
the
perusal
of
one
of
her
epistles
—
the
truth
must
be
told
that
dearest
William
did
not
hurry
himself
to
break
the
seal
of
Miss
Dobbin’s
letter
,
but
waited
for
a
particularly
favourable
day
and
mood
for
doing
so
.
A
fortnight
before
,
he
had
written
to
scold
her
for
telling
those
absurd
stories
to
Mrs.
Osborne
,
and
had
despatched
a
letter
in
reply
to
that
lady
,
undeceiving
her
with
respect
to
the
reports
concerning
him
,
and
assuring
her
that
“
he
had
no
sort
of
present
intention
of
altering
his
condition
.
”
Two
or
three
nights
after
the
arrival
of
the
second
package
of
letters
,
the
Major
had
passed
the
evening
pretty
cheerfully
at
Lady
O’Dowd’s
house
,
where
Glorvina
thought
that
he
listened
with
rather
more
attention
than
usual
to
the
Meeting
of
the
Wathers
,
the
Minsthrel
Boy
,
and
one
or
two
other
specimens
of
song
with
which
she
favoured
him
(
the
truth
is
,
he
was
no
more
listening
to
Glorvina
than
to
the
howling
of
the
jackals
in
the
moonlight
outside
,
and
the
delusion
was
hers
as
usual
)
,
and
having
played
his
game
at
chess
with
her
,
(
cribbage
with
the
surgeon
was
Lady
O’Dowd’s
favourite
evening
pastime
,
)
Major
Dobbin
took
leave
of
the
Colonel’s
family
at
his
usual
hour
,
and
retired
to
his
own
house
.
There
on
his
table
,
his
sister’s
letter
lay
reproaching
him
.
He
took
it
up
,
ashamed
rather
of
his
negligence
regarding
it
,
and
prepared
himself
for
a
disagreeable
hour’s
communing
with
that
crabbed-handed
absent
relative
.
...
It
may
have
been
an
hour
after
the
Major’s
departure
from
the
Colonel’s
house
—
Sir
Michael
was
sleeping
the
sleep
of
the
just
;
Glorvina
had
arranged
her
black
ringlets
in
the
innumerable
little
bits
of
paper
,
in
which
it
was
her
habit
to
confine
them
;
Lady
O’Dowd
,
too
,
had
gone
to
her
bed
in
the
nuptial
chamber
,
on
the
ground-floor
,
and
had
tucked
her
musquito
curtains
round
her
fair
form
,
when
the
guard
at
the
gates
of
the
Commanding-officer’s
compound
,
beheld
Major
Dobbin
,
in
the
moonlight
,
rushing
towards
the
house
with
a
swift
step
and
a
very
agitated
countenance
,
and
he
passed
the
sentinel
and
went
up
to
the
windows
of
the
Colonel’s
bed-chamber
.
“
O’Dowd
—
Colonel
!
”
said
Dobbin
,
and
kept
up
a
great
shouting
.
“
Heavens
,
Meejor
!
”
said
Glorvina
of
the
curl-papers
,
putting
out
her
head
too
,
from
her
window
.
“
What
is
it
,
Dob
,
me
boy
?
”
said
the
Colonel
,
expecting
there
was
a
fire
in
the
station
,
or
that
the
route
had
come
from
head-quarters
.
“
I
—
I
must
have
leave
of
absence
.
I
must
