sheworshipped
still
—
of
the
tender
and
dutiful
manner
in
which
she
had
supported
her
parents
,
and
given
up
her
boy
,
when
it
seemed
to
her
her
duty
to
do
so
.
“
You
don’t
know
what
she
endured
,
sir
,
”
said
honest
Dobbin
with
a
tremor
in
his
voice
;
“
and
I
hope
and
trust
you
will
be
reconciled
to
her
.
If
she
took
your
son
away
from
you
,
she
gave
hers
to
you
;
and
however
much
you
loved
your
George
,
depend
on
it
,
she
loved
hers
ten
times
more
.
”
“
By
God
,
you
are
a
good
feller
,
sir
,
”
was
all
Mr.
Osborne
said
.
It
had
never
struck
him
that
the
widow
would
feel
any
pain
at
parting
from
the
boy
,
or
that
his
having
a
fine
fortune
could
grieve
her
.
A
reconciliation
was
announced
as
speedy
and
inevitable
;
and
Amelia’s
heart
already
began
to
beat
at
the
notion
of
the
awful
meeting
with
George’s
father
.
It
was
never
,
however
,
destined
to
take
place
.
Old
Sedley’s
lingering
illness
and
death
supervened
,
after
which
a
meeting
was
for
some
time
impossible
.
That
catastrophe
and
other
events
may
have
worked
upon
Mr.
Osborne
.
He
was
much
shaken
of
late
,
and
aged
,
and
his
mind
was
working
inwardly
.
He
had
sent
for
his
lawyers
,
and
probably
changed
something
in
his
will
.
The
medical
man
who
looked
in
,
pronounced
him
shaky
,
agitated
,
and
talked
of
a
little
blood
and
the
sea-side
;
but
he
took
neither
of
these
remedies
.
One
day
when
he
should
have
come
down
to
breakfast
,
his
servant
missing
him
,
went
into
his
dressing-room
,
and
found
him
lying
at
the
foot
of
the
dressing-table
in
a
fit
.
Miss
Osborne
was
apprised
;
the
doctors
were
sent
for
,
Georgy
stopped
away
from
school
;
the
bleeders
and
cuppers
came
.
Osborne
partially
regained
cognizance
;
but
never
could
speak
again
,
though
he
tried
dreadfully
once
or
twice
,
and
in
four
days
died
.
The
doctors
went
down
,
and
the
undertaker’s
men
went
up
the
stairs
;
and
all
the
shutters
were
shut
towards
the
garden
in
Russell
Square
.
Bullock
rushed
from
the
City
in
a
hurry
.
“
How
much
money
had
he
left
to
that
boy
?
—
not
half
,
surely
?
Surely
share
and
share
alike
between
the
three
?
”
It
was
an
agitating
moment
.
What
was
it
that
poor
old
man
tried
once
or
twice
in
vain
to
say
?
I
hope
it
was
that
he
wanted
to
see
Amelia
,
and
be
reconciled
before
he
left
the
world
to
the
dear
and
faithful
wife
of
his
son
:
it
was
most
likely
that
;
for
his
will
showed
that
the
hatred
which
he
had
so
long
cherished
had
gone
out
of
his
heart
.
They
found
in
the
pocket
of
his
dressing-gown
the
letter
with
the
great
red
seal
,
which
George
had
written
him
from
Waterloo
.
He
had
looked
at
the
other
papers
,
too
,
relative
to
his
son
,
for
the
key
of
the
box
in
which
he
kept
them
was
also
in
his
pocket
,
and
it
was
found
the
seals
and
envelopes
had
been
broken
—
very
likely
on
the
night
before
the
seizure
—
when
the
butler
had
taken
him
tea
into
his
study
,
and
found
him
reading
in
the
great
red
family
Bible
.
When
the
will
was
opened
,
it
was
found
that
half
the
property
was
left
to
George
,
and
the
remainder
between
the
two
sisters
.
Mr.
Bullock
to
continue
,
for
their
joint
benefit
,
the
affairs
of
the
commercial
house
,
or
to
go
out
,
as
he
thought
fit
.
An
annuity
of
five
hundred
pounds
,
chargeable
on
George’s
property
,
was
left
to
his
mother
,
“
the
widow
of
my
beloved
son
,
George
Osborne
,
”
who
was
to
resume
the
guardianship
of
the
boy
.
“
Major
William
Dobbin
,
my
beloved
son’s
friend
,
”
was
appointed
executor
;
“
and
as
out
of
his
kindness
and
bounty
,
and
with
his
own
private
funds
,
he
maintained
my
grandson
and
my
son’s
widow
,
when
they
were
otherwise
without
means
of
support
,
”
(
the
testator
went
on
to
say
,
)
“
I
hereby
thank
him
heartily
for
his
love
and
regard
for
them
:
and
beseech
him
to
accept
such
a
sum
as
may
be
sufficient
to
purchase
his
commission
as
a
Lieutenant-Colonel
,
or
to
be
disposed
of
in
any
way
he
may
think
fit
.
”
When
Amelia
heard
that
her
father-in-law
was
reconciled
to
her
,
her
heart
melted
,
and
she
was
grateful
for
the
fortune
left
to
her
.
But
when
she
heard
how
Georgy
was
restored
to
her
,
and
knew
how
and
by
whom
,
and
how
it
was
William’s
bounty
that
supported
her
in
poverty
,
how
it
was
William
who
gave
her
her
husband
and
her
son
—
O
,
then
she
sank
on
her
knees
,
and
prayed
for
blessings
on
that
constant
and
kind
heart
:
she
bowed
down
and
humbled
herself
,
and
kissed
the
feet
,
as
it
were
,
of
that
beautiful
and
generous
affection
.
And
gratitude
was
all
that
she
had
to
pay
back
for
such
admirable
devotion
and
benefits
—
only
gratitude
!
If
she
thought
of
any
other
return
,
the
image
of
George
stood
up
out
of
the
grave
,
and
said
,
“
You
are
mine
,
and
mine
only
,
now
and
for
ever
.
”
William
knew
her
feelings
:
had
he
not
passed
his
whole
life
in
divining
them
?
When
the
nature
of
Mr.
Osborne’s
will
became
known
to
the
world
,
it
was
edifying
to
remark
how
Mrs.
George
Osborne
rose
in
the
estimation
of
the
people
forming
her
circle
of
acquaintance
.
The
servants
of
Jos’s
establishment
,
who
used
to
question
her
humble
orders
,
and
say
they
would
“
ask
Master
,
”
whether
or
not
they
could
obey
,
never
thought
now
of
that
sort
of
appeal
.
The
cook
forgot
to
sneer
at
her
shabby
old
gowns
(
which
,
indeed
,
were
quite
eclipsed
by
that
lady’s
finery
when
she
was
dressed
to
go
to
church
of
a
Sunday
evening
)
,
the
others
no
longer
grumbled
at
the
sound
of
her
bell
,
or
delayed
to
answer
that
summons
.
The
coachman
,
who
grumbled
that
his
’osses
should
be
brought
out
,
and
his
carriage
made
into
a
hospital
for
that
old
feller
and
Mrs.
O
.
,
drove
her
with
the
utmost
alacrity
now
,
and
trembling
lest
he
should
be
superseded
by
Mr.
Osborne’s
coachman
,
asked
“
what
them
there
Russell
Square
coachmen
knew
about
town
,
and
whether
they
was
fit
to
sit
on
a
box
before
a
lady
?
”
Jos’s
friends
,
male
and
female
,
suddenly
became
interested
about
Emmy
,
and
cards
of
condolence
multiplied
on
her
hall
table
.
Jos
himself
,
who
had
looked
on
her
as
a
good-natured
harmless
pauper
,
to
whom
it
was
his
duty
to
give
victuals
and
shelter
,
paid
her
and
the
rich
little
boy
,
his
nephew
,
the
greatest
respect
—
was
anxious
that
she
should
have
change
and
amusement
after
her
troubles
and
trials
,
“
poor
dear
girl
”
—
and
began
to
appear
at
the
breakfast-table
,
and
most
particularly
to
ask
how
she
would
like
to
dispose
of
the
day
.
In
her
capacity
of
guardian
to
Georgy
,
she
,
with
the
consent
of
the
Major
,
her
fellow-trustee
,
begged
Miss
Osborne
to
live
in
the
Russell
Square
house
as
long
as
ever
she
chose
to
dwell
there
;
but
that
lady
,
with
thanks
,
declared
that
she
never
could
think
of
remaining
alone
in
that
melancholy
mansion
,
and
departed
in
deep
mourning
to
Cheltenham
,
with
a
couple
of
her
old
domestics
.
The
rest
were
liberally
paid
and
dismissed
;
the
faithful
old
butler
,
whom
Mrs.
Osborne
proposed
to
retain
,
resigning
and
preferring
to
invest
his
savings
in
a
public-house
,
where
,
let
us
hope
,
he
was
not
unprosperous
.
Miss
Osborne
not
choosing
to
live
in
Russell
Square
,
Mrs.
Osborne
also
,
after
consultation
,
declined
to
occupy
the
gloomy
old
mansion
there
.
The
house
was
dismantled
;
the
rich
furniture
and
effects
,
the
awful
chandeliers
and
dreary
blank
mirrors
packed
away
and
hidden
,
the
rich
rosewood
drawing-room
suite
was
muffled
in
straw
,
the
carpets
were
rolled
up
and
corded
,
the
small
select
library
of
well-bound
books
was
stowed
into
two
wine-chests
,
and
the
whole
paraphernalia
rolled
away
in
several
enormous
vans
to
the
Pantechnicon
,
where
they
were
to
lie
until
Georgy’s
majority
.
And
the
great
heavy
dark
plate-chests
went
off
to
Messrs.
Stumpy
and
Rowdy
,
to
lie
in
the
cellars
of
those
eminent
bankers
until
the
same
period
should
arrive
.
One
day
Emmy
with
George
in
her
hand
and
clad
in
deep
sables
went
to
visit
the
deserted
mansion
which
she
had
not
entered
since
she
was
a
girl
.
The
place
in
front
was
littered
with
straw
where
the
vans
had
been
laden
and
rolled
off
.
They
went
into
the
great
blank
rooms
,
the
walls
of
which
bore
the
marks
where
the
pictures
and
mirrors
had
hung
.
Then
they
went
up
the
great
blank
stone-staircases
into
the
upper
rooms
,
into
that
where
grandpapa
died
,
as
George
said
in
a
whisper
,
and
then
higher
still
into
George’s
own
room
.
The
boy
was
still
clinging
by
her
side
,
but
she
thought
of
another
besides
him
.
She
knew
that
it
had
been
his
father’s
room
as
well
as
his
own
.
She
went
up
to
one
of
the
open
windows
(
one
of
those
at
which
she
used
to
gaze
with
a
sick
heart
when
the
child
was
first
taken
from
her
)
,
and
thence
as
she
looked
out
she
could
see
,
over
the
trees
of
Russell
Square
,
the
old
house
in
which
she
herself
was
born
,
and
where
she
had
passed
so
many
happy
days
of
sacred
youth
.
They
all
came
back
to
her
,
the
pleasant
holidays
,
the
kind
faces
,
the
careless
,
joyful
past
times
:
and
the
long
pains
and
trials
that
had
since
cast
her
down
.
She
thought
of
these
and
of
the
man
who
had
been
her
constant
protector
,
her
good
genius
,
her
sole
benefactor
,
her
tender
and
generous
friend
.
“
Look
here
,
mother
,
”
said
Georgy
,
“
here’s
a
G
.
O
.
scratched
on
the
glass
with
a
diamond
;
I
never
saw
it
before
,
I
never
did
it
.
”
“
It
was
your
father’s
room
long
before
you
were
born
,
George
,
”
she
said
,
and
she
blushed
as
she
kissed
the
boy
.
She
was
very
silent
as
they
drove
back
to
Richmond
where
they
had
taken
a
temporary
house
:
where
the
smiling
lawyers
used
to
come
bustling
over
to
see
her
(
and
we
may
be
sure
noted
the
visit
in
the
bill
)
:
and
where
of
course
there
was
a
room
for
Major
Dobbin
,
too
,
who
rode
over
frequently
,
having
much
business
to
transact
on
behalf
of
his
little
ward
.
Georgy
at
this
time
was
removed
from
Mr.
Veal’s
on
an
unlimited
holiday
,
and
that
gentleman
was
engaged
to
prepare
an
inscription
for
a
fine
marble
slab
,
to
be
placed
up
in
the
Foundling
under
the
monument
of
Captain
George
Osborne
.
The
female
Bullock
,
aunt
of
Georgy
,
although
despoiled
by
that
little
monster
of
one-half
of
the
sum
which
she
expected
from
her
father
,
nevertheless
showed
her
charitableness
of
spirit
by
being
reconciled
to
the
mother
and
the
boy
.
Roehampton
is
not
far
from
Richmond
,
and
one
day
the
chariot
,
with
the
golden
bullocks
emblazoned
on
the
panels
,
and
the
flaccid
children
within
,
drove
to
Amelia’s
house
at
Richmond
;
and
the
Bullock
family
made
an
irruption
into
the
garden
,
where
Amelia
was
reading
a
book
,
Jos
was
in
an
arbour
placidly
dipping
strawberries
into
wine
,
and
the
Major
in
one
of
his
Indian
jackets
was
giving
a
back
to
Georgy
,
who
chose
to
jump
over
him
.
He
went
over
his
head
,
and
bounded
into
the
little
advance
of
Bullocks
,
with
immense
black
bows
in
their
hats
,
and
huge
black
sashes
,
accompanying
their
mourning
mamma
.
“
He
is
just
of
the
age
for
Rosa
,
”
the
fond
parent
thought
,
and
glanced
towards
that
dear
child
,
an
unwholesome
little
Miss
of
seven
years
of
age
.
“
Rosa
,
go
and
kiss
your
dear
cousin
,
”
Mrs.
Frederick
said
.
“
Don’t
you
know
me
,
George
?
—
I
am
your
aunt
.
”
“
I
know
you
well
enough
,
”
George
said
;
“
but
I
don’t
like
kissing
,
please
;
”
and
he
retreated
from
the
obedient
caresses
of
his
cousin
.
“
Take
me
to
your
dear
mamma
,
you
droll
child
,
”
Mrs.
Frederick
said
;
and
those
ladies
accordingly
met
,
after
an
absence
of
more
than
fifteen
years
.
During
Emmy’s
cares
and
poverty
the
other
had
never
once
thought
about
coming
to
see
her
;
but
now
that
she
was
decently
prosperous
in
the
world
,
her
sister-in-law
came
to
her
as
a
matter
of
course
.
So
did
numbers
more
.
Our
old
friend
,
Miss
Swartz
,
and
her
husband
came
thundering
over
from
Hampton
Court
,
with
flaming
yellow
liveries
,
and
was
as
impetuously
fond
of
Amelia
as
ever
.
Miss
Swartz
would
have
liked
her
always
if
she
could
have
seen
her
.
One
must
do
her
that
justice
.
But
,
que
voulez
vous
?
—
in
this
vast
town
one
has
not
the
time
to
go
and
seek
one’s
friends
;
if
they
drop
out
of
the
rank
they
disappear
,
and
we
march
on
without
them
.
Who
is
ever
missed
in
Vanity
Fair
?
But
so
,
in
a
word
,
and
before
the
period
of
grief
for
Mr.
Osborne’s
death
had
subsided
,
Emmy
found
herself
in
the
centre
of
a
very
genteel
circle
,
indeed
;
the
members
of
which
could
not
conceive
that
anybody
belonging
to
it
was
not
very
lucky
.
There
was
scarce
one
of
the
ladies
that
hadn’t
a
relation
a
peer
,
though
the
husband
might
be
a
dry-salter
in
the
City
.
Some
of
the
ladies
were
very
blue
and
well
informed
;
reading
Mrs.
Somerville
,
and
frequenting
the
Royal
Institution
;
others
were
severe
and
Evangelical
,
and
held
by
Exeter
Hall
.
Emmy
,
it
must
be
owned
,
found
herself
entirely
at
a
loss
in
the
midst
of
their
clavers
,
and
suffered
wofully
on
the
one
or
two
occasions
on
which
she
was
compelled
to
accept
Mrs.
Frederick
Bullock’s
hospitalities
.
That
lady
persisted
in
patronising
her
,
and
determined
most
graciously
to
form
her
.
She
found
Amelia’s
milliners
for
her
,
and
regulated
her
household
and
her
manners
.
She
drove
over
constantly
from
Roehampton
,
and
entertained
her
friend
with
faint
fashionable
fiddle-faddle
and
feeble
Court
slipslop
.
Jos
liked
to
hear
it
,
but
the
Major
used
to
go
off
growling
at
the
appearance
of
this
woman
,
with
her
twopenny
gentility
.
He
went
to
sleep
under
Frederick
Bullock’s
bald
head
,
after
dinner
,
at
one
of
the
banker’s
best
parties
,
(
Fred
was
still
anxious
that
the
balance
of
the
Osborne
property
should
be
transferred
from
Stumpy
and
Rowdy’s
to
them
,
)
and
whilst
Amelia
,
who
did
not
know
Latin
,
or
who
wrote
the
last
crack
article
in
the
Edinburgh
,
and
did
not
in
the
least
deplore
,
or
otherwise
,
Mr.
Peel’s
late
extraordinary
tergiversation
on
the
fatal
Catholic
Relief
Bill
,
sate
dumb
amongst
the
ladies
in
the
grand
drawing-room
,
looking
out
upon
velvet
lawns
,
trim
gravel
walks
,
and
glistening
hot-houses
.
“
She
seems
good-natured
but
insipid
,
”
said
Mrs.
Rowdy
;
“
that
Major
seems
to
be
particularly
épris
.
”
“
She
wants
ton
sadly
,
”
said
Mrs.
Hollyock
.
“
My
dear
creature
,
you
never
will
be
able
to
form
her
.
”
“
She
is
dreadfully
ignorant
or
indifferent
,
”
said
Mrs.
Glowry
,
with
a
voice
as
if
from
the
grave
,
and
a
sad
shake
of
the
head
and
turban
.
—
“
I
asked
her
if
she
thought
that
it
was
in
1836
,
according
to
Mr.
Jowls
,
or
in
1839
,
according
to
Mr.
Wapshot
,
that
the
Pope
was
to
fall
:
and
she
said
—
‘Poor
Pope
!
I
hope
not
—
What
has
he
done
?
’
”
“
She
is
my
brother’s
widow
,
my
dear
friends
,
”
Mrs.
Frederick
replied
,
“
and
as
such
I
think
we’re
all
bound
to
give
her
every
attention
and
instruction
on
entering
into
the
world
.
You
may
fancy
there
can
be
no
mercenary
motives
in
those
whose
disappointments
are
well
known
.
”
“
That
poor
dear
Mrs.
Bullock
,
”
said
Rowdy
to
Hollyock
,
as
they
drove
away
together
—
“
she
is
always
scheming
and
managing
.
She
wants
Mrs.
Osborne’s
account
to
be
taken
from
our
house
to
hers
—
and
the
way
in
which
she
coaxes
that
boy
,
and
makes
him
sit
by
that
blear-eyed
little
Rosa
,
is
perfectly
ridiculous
.
”
“
I
wish
Glowry
was
choked
with
her
Man
of
Sin
and
her
Battle
of
Armageddon
,
”
cried
the
other
;
and
the
carriage
rolled
away
over
Putney
Bridge
.
But
this
sort
of
society
was
too
cruelly
genteel
for
Emmy
;
and
all
jumped
for
joy
when
a
foreign
tour
was
proposed
.
XXVII
.
Am
Rhein
THE
ABOVE
every-day
events
had
occurred
,
and
a
few
weeks
had
passed
,
when
on
one
fine
morning
,
Parliament
being
over
,
the
summer
advanced
,
and
all
the
good
company
in
London
about
to
quit
that
city
for
their
annual
tour
in
search
of
pleasure
or
health
,
the
Batavier
steamboat
left
the
Tower-stairs
laden
with
a
goodly
company
of
English
fugitives
.
The
quarter-deck
awnings
were
up
,
and
the
benches
and
gangways
crowded
with
scores
of
rosy
children
,
bustling
nurse-maids
,
ladies
in
the
prettiest
pink
bonnets
and
summer
dresses
,
gentlemen
in
travelling
caps
and
linen
jackets
,
whose
mustachios
had
just
begun
to
sprout
for
the
ensuing
tour
;
and
stout
trim
old
veterans
with
starched
neckcloths
and
neat-brushed
hats
,
such
as
have
invaded
Europe
any
time
since
the
conclusion
of
the
war
,
and
carry
the
national
Goddem
into
every
city
of
the
Continent
.
The
congregation
of
hat-boxes
,
and
Bramah
desks
,
and
dressing-cases
was
prodigious
.
There
were
jaunty
young
Cambridge-men
travelling
with
their
tutor
,
and
going
for
a
reading
excursion
to
Nonnenwerth
or
Königswinter
:
there
were
Irish
gentlemen
,
with
the
most
dashing
whiskers
and
jewellery
,
talking
about
horses
incessantly
,
and
prodigiously
polite
to
the
young
ladies
on
board
,
whom
,
on
the
contrary
,
the
Cambridge
lads
and
their
pale-faced
tutor
avoided
with
maiden
coyness
:
there
were
old
Pall
Mall
loungers
bound
for
Ems
and
Wiesbaden
,
and
a
course
of
waters
to
clear
off
the
dinners
of
the
season
,
and
a
little
roulette
and
trente-et-quarante
to
keep
the
excitement
goin
there
was
old
Methuselah
,
who
had
married
his
young
wife
,
with
Captain
Papillon
of
the
Guards
holding
her
parasol
and
guide-books
:
there
was
young
May
who
was
carrying
off
his
bride
on
a
pleasure
tour
(
Mrs.
Winter
that
was
,
and
who
had
been
at
school
with
May’s
grandmother
)
;
there
was
Sir
John
and
my
Lady
with
a
dozen
children
,
and
corresponding
nursemaids
;
and
the
great
grandee
Bareacres
family
that
sate
by
themselves
near
the
wheel
,
stared
at
everybody
,
and
spoke
to
no
one
.
Their
carriages
,
emblazoned
with
coronets
,
and
heaped
with
shining
imperials
,
were
on
the
foredeck
;
locked
in
with
a
dozen
more
such
vehicles
:
it
was
difficult
to
pass
in
and
out
amongst
them
:
and
the
poor
inmates
of
the
fore-cabin
had
scarcely
any
space
for
locomotion
.
These
consisted
of
a
few
magnificently
attired
gentlemen
from
Houndsditch
,
who
brought
their
own
provisions
,
and
could
have
bought
half
the
gay
people
in
the
grand
saloon
;
a
few
honest
fellows
with
mustachios
and
portfolios
,
who
set
to
sketching
before
they
had
been
half-an-hour
on
board
;
one
or
two
French
femmes
de
chambre
who
began
to
be
dreadfully
ill
by
the
time
the
boat
had
passed
Greenwich
;
a
groom
or
two
who
lounged
in
the
neighbourhood
of
the
horse-boxes
under
their
charge
,
or
leaned
over
the
side
by
the
paddle-wheels
,
and
talked
about
who
was
good
for
the
Leger
,
and
what
they
stood
to
win
or
lose
for
the
Goodwood
cup
.
All
the
couriers
,
when
they
had
done
plunging
about
the
ship
,
and
had
settled
their
various
masters
in
the
cabins
or
on
the
deck
,
congregated
together
and
began
to
chatter
and
smoke
;
the
Hebrew
gentlemen
joining
them
and
looking
at
the
carriages
.
There
was
Sir
John’s
great
carriage
that
would
hold
thirteen
people
;
my
Lord
Methuselah’s
carriage
,
my
Lord
Bareacres’
chariot
,
britzska
,
and
fourgon
,
that
anybody
might
pay
for
who
liked
.
It
was
a
wonder
how
my
Lord
got
the
ready
money
to
pay
for
the
expenses
of
the
journey
.
The
Hebrew
gentlemen
knew
how
he
got
it
.
They
knew
what
money
his
Lordship
had
in
his
pocket
at
that
instant
,
and
what
interest
he
paid
for
it
,
and
who
gave
it
him
.
Finally
there
was
a
very
neat
,
handsome
travelling
carriage
,
about
which
the
gentlemen
speculated
.
“
A
qui
cette
voiture
là
?
”
said
one
gentleman-courier
with
a
large
morocco
money-bag
and
ear-rings
,
to
another
with
ear-rings
and
a
large
morocco
money-bag
.
“
C’
est
à
Kirsch
je
bense
—
je
l’ai
vu
toute
à
l’heure-quil
brenoit
des
sangviches
dans
la
voiture
,
”
said
the
carrier
in
a
fine
German
French
.
Kirsch
emerging
presently
from
the
neighbourhood
of
the
hold
,
where
he
had
been
bellowing
instructions
intermingled
with
polyglot
oaths
to
the
ship’s
men
engaged
in
secreting
the
passengers’
luggage
,
came
to
give
an
account
of
himself
to
his
brother
interpreters
.
He
informed
them
that
the
carriage
belonged
to
a
Nabob
from
Calcutta
and
Jamaica
enormously
rich
,
and
with
whom
he
was
engaged
to
travel
;
and
at
this
moment
a
young
gentleman
who
had
been
warned
off
the
bridge
between
the
paddle-boxes
,
and
who
had
dropped
thence
on
to
the
roof
of
Lord
Methuselah’s
carriage
,
from
which
he
made
his
way
over
other
carriages
and
imperials
until
he
had
clambered
on
to
his
own
,
descended
thence
and
through
the
window
into
the
body
of
the
carriage
,
to
the
applause
of
the
couriers
looking
on
.
“
Nous
allons
avoir
une
belle
traversée
,
Monsieur
George
,
”
said
the
courier
with
a
grin
,
as
he
lifted
his
gold-laced
cap.
“
D
—
your
French
,
”
said
the
young
gentleman
,
“
where’s
the
biscuits
,
ay
?
”
Whereupon
,
Kirsch
answered
him
in
the
English
language
or
in
such
an
imitation
of
it
as
he
could
command
,
—
for
though
he
was
familiar
with
all
languages
,
Mr.
Kirsch
was
not
acquainted
with
a
single
one
,
and
spoke
all
with
indifferent
volubility
and
incorrectness
.
The
imperious
young
gentleman
who
gobbled
the
biscuits
(
and
indeed
it
was
time
to
refresh
himself
,
for
he
had
breakfasted
at
Richmond
full
three
hours
before
)
,
was
our
young
friend
George
Osborne
.
Uncle
Jos
and
his
mamma
were
on
the
quarter-deck
with
a
gentleman
of
whom
they
used
to
see
a
good
deal
,
and
the
four
were
about
to
make
a
summer
tour
.
Jos
was
seated
at
that
moment
on
deck
under
the
awning
,
and
pretty
nearly
opposite
to
the
Earl
of
Bareacres
and
his
family
,
whose
proceedings
absorbed
the
Bengalee
almost
entirely
.
Both
the
noble
couple
looked
rather
younger
than
in
the
eventful
year
’15
,
when
Jos
remembered
to
have
seen
them
at
Brussels
(
indeed
he
always
gave
out
in
India
that
he
was
intimately
acquainted
with
them
)
.
Lady
Bareacres’
hair
which
was
then
dark
was
now
a
beautiful
golden
auburn
,
whereas
Lord
Bareacres’
whiskers
,
formerly
red
,
were
at
present
of
a
rich
black
with
purple
and
green
reflections
in
the
light
.
But
changed
as
they
were
,
the
movements
of
the
noble
pair
occupied
Jos’s
mind
entirely
.
The
presence
of
a
lord
fascinated
him
,
and
he
could
look
at
nothing
else
.
“
Those
people
seem
to
interest
you
a
good
deal
,
”
said
Dobbin
,
laughing
and
watching
him
.
Amelia
too
laughed
.
She
was
in
a
straw
bonnet
with
black
ribbons
,
and
otherwise
dressed
in
mournin
but
the
little
bustle
and
holiday
of
the
journey
pleased
and
excited
her
,
and
she
looked
particularly
happy
.
“
What
a
heavenly
day
!
”
Emmy
said
,
and
added
,
with
great
originality
,
“
I
hope
we
shall
have
a
calm
passage
.
”
Jos
waved
his
hand
,
scornfully
glancing
at
the
same
time
under
his
eyelids
at
the
great
folks
opposite
.
“
If
you
had
made
the
voyages
we
have
,
”
he
said
,
“
you
wouldn’t
much
care
about
the
weather
.
”
But
nevertheless
,
traveller
as
he
was
,
he
passed
the
night
direfully
sick
in
his
carriage
,
where
his
courier
tended
him
with
brandy-and-water
and
every
luxury
.
In
due
time
this
happy
party
landed
at
the
quays
of
Rotterdam
,
whence
they
were
transported
by
another
steamer
to
the
city
of
Cologne
.
Here
the
carriage
and
the
family
took
to
the
shore
,
and
Jos
was
not
a
little
gratified
to
see
his
arrival
announced
in
the
Cologne
newspapers
as
“
Herr
Graf
Lord
von
Sedley
nebst
Begleitung
aus
London
.
”
He
had
his
court
dress
with
him
:
he
had
insisted
that
Dobbin
should
bring
his
regimental
paraphernalia
:
he
announced
that
it
was
his
intention
to
be
presented
at
some
foreign
courts
,
and
pay
his
respects
to
the
Sovereigns
of
the
countries
which
he
honoured
with
a
visit
.
Wherever
the
party
stopped
,
and
an
opportunity
was
offered
,
Mr.
Jos
left
his
own
card
and
the
Major’s
upon
“
Our
Minister
.
”
It
was
with
great
difficulty
that
he
could
be
restrained
from
putting
on
his
cocked
hat
and
tights
to
wait
upon
the
English
consul
at
the
Free
City
of
Judenstadt
,
when
that
hospitable
functionary
asked
our
travellers
to
dinner
.
He
kept
a
journal
of
his
voyage
,
and
noted
elaborately
the
defects
or
excellences
of
the
various
inns
at
which
he
put
up
,
and
of
the
wines
and
dishes
of
which
he
partook
.
As
for
Emmy
,
she
was
very
happy
and
pleased
.
Dobbin
used
to
carry
about
for
her
her
stool
and
sketch-book
and
admired
the
drawings
of
the
good-natured
little
artist
,
as
they
never
had
been
admired
before
.
She
sate
upon
steamers’
decks
and
drew
crags
and
castles
,
or
she
mounted
upon
donkeys
and
ascended
to
ancient
robber-towers
,
attended
by
her
two
aides-de-camp
,
Georgy
and
Dobbin
.
She
laughed
,
and
the
Major
did
too
,
at
his
droll
figure
on
donkey-back
,
with
his
long
legs
touching
the
ground
.
He
was
the
interpreter
for
the
party
,
having
a
good
military
knowledge
of
the
German
language
;
and
he
and
the
delighted
George
fought
the
campaigns
of
the
Rhine
and
the
Palatinate
.
In
the
course
of
a
few
weeks
,
and
by
assiduously
conversing
with
Herr
Kirsch
on
the
box
of
the
carriage
,
Georgy
made
prodigious
advance
in
the
knowledge
of
High
Dutch
,
and
could
talk
to
hotel
waiters
and
postilions
in
a
way
that
charmed
his
mother
,
and
amused
his
guardian
.
Mr.
Jos
did
not
much
engage
in
the
afternoon
excursions
of
his
fellow-travellers
.
He
slept
a
good
deal
after
dinner
,
or
basked
in
the
arbours
of
the
pleasant
inn-gardens
.
Pleasant
Rhine
gardens
!
Fair
scenes
of
peace
and
sunshine
—
noble
purple
mountains
,
whose
crests
are
reflected
in
the
magnificent
stream
—
who
has
ever
seen
you
,
that
has
not
a
grateful
memory
of
those
scenes
of
friendly
repose
and
beauty
?
To
lay
down
the
pen
,
and
even
to
think
of
that
beautiful
Rhineland
makes
one
happy
.
At
this
time
of
summer
evening
,
the
cows
are
trooping
down
from
the
hills
,
lowing
and
with
their
bells
tinkling
,
to
the
old
town
,
with
its
old
moats
,
and
gates
,
and
spires
,
and
chestnut-trees
,
with
long
blue
shadows
stretching
over
the
grass
;
the
sky
and
the
river
below
flame
in
crimson
and
gold
;
and
the
moon
is
already
out
,
looking
pale
towards
the
sunset
.
The
sun
sinks
behind
the
great
castle-crested
mountains
,
the
night
falls
suddenly
,
the
river
grows
darker
and
darker
,
lights
quiver
in
it
from
the
windows
in
the
old
ramparts
,
and
twinkle
peacefully
in
the
villages
under
the
hills
on
the
opposite
shore
.
So
Jos
used
to
go
to
sleep
a
good
deal
with
his
bandanna
over
his
face
and
be
very
comfortable
,
and
read
all
the
English
news
,
and
every
word
of
Galignani’s
admirable
newspaper
(
may
the
blessings
of
all
Englishmen
who
have
ever
been
abroad
rest
on
the
founders
and
proprietors
of
that
piratical
print
!
)
and
whether
he
woke
or
slept
his
friends
did
not
very
much
miss
him
.
Yes
,
they
were
very
happy
.
They
went
to
the
Opera
often
of
evenings
—
to
those
snug
,
unassuming
,
dear
old
operas
in
the
German
towns
,
where
the
noblesse
sits
and
cries
,
and
knits
stockings
on
the
one
side
,
over
against
the
bourgeoisie
on
the
other
;
and
His
Transparency
the
Duke
and
his
Transparent
family
,
all
very
fat
and
good-natured
,
come
and
occupy
the
great
box
in
the
middle
;
and
the
pit
is
full
of
the
most
elegant
slim-waisted
officers
with
straw-coloured
moustachios
,
and
twopence
a-day
on
full
pay
.
Here
it
was
that
Emmy
found
her
delight
,
and
was
introduced
for
the
first
time
to
the
wonders
of
Mozart
and
Cimarosa
.
The
Major’s
musical
taste
has
been
before
alluded
to
,
and
his
performances
on
the
flute
commended
.
But
perhaps
the
chief
pleasure
he
had
in
these
operas
was
in
watching
Emmy’s
rapture
while
listening
to
them
.
A
new
world
of
love
and
beauty
broke
upon
her
when
she
was
introduced
to
those
divine
compositions
:
this
lady
had
the
keenest
and
finest
sensibility
,
and
how
could
she
be
indifferent
when
she
heard
Mozart
?
The
tender
parts
of
“
Don
Juan
”
awakened
in
her
raptures
so
exquisite
that
she
would
ask
herself
when
she
went
to
say
her
prayers
of
a
night
,
whether
it
was
not
wicked
to
feel
so
much
delight
as
that
with
which
“
Vedrai
Carino
”
and
“
Batti
Batti
”
filled
her
gentle
little
bosom
?
But
the
Major
,
whom
she
consulted
upon
this
head
,
as
her
theological
adviser
(
and
who
himself
had
a
pious
and
reverent
soul
)
,
said
that
for
his
part
,
every
beauty
of
art
or
nature
made
him
thankful
as
well
as
happy
;
and
that
the
pleasure
to
be
had
in
listening
to
fine
music
,
as
in
looking
at
the
stars
in
the
sky
,
or
at
a
beautiful
landscape
or
picture
,
was
a
benefit
for
which
we
might
thank
Heaven
as
sincerely
as
for
any
other
worldly
blessing
.
And
in
reply
to
some
faint
objections
of
Mrs.
Amelia’s
(
taken
from
certain
theological
works
like
the
“
Washerwoman
of
Finchley
Common
”
and
others
of
that
school
,
with
which
Mrs.
Osborne
had
been
furnished
during
her
life
at
Brompton
)
he
told
her
an
Eastern
fable
of
the
Owl
who
thought
that
the
sunshine
was
unbearable
for
the
eyes
,
and
that
the
Nightingale
was
a
most
overrated
bird
.
“
It
is
one’s
nature
to
sing
and
the
other’s
to
hoot
,
”
he
said
,
laughing
,
“
and
with
such
a
sweet
voice
as
you
have
yourself
,
you
must
belong
to
the
Bulbul
faction
.
”
I
like
to
dwell
upon
this
period
of
her
life
,
and
to
think
that
she
was
cheerful
and
happy
.
You
see
she
has
not
had
too
much
of
that
sort
of
existence
as
yet
,
and
has
not
fallen
in
the
way
of
means
to
educate
her
tastes
or
her
intelligence
.
She
has
been
domineered
over
hitherto
by
vulgar
intellects
.
It
is
the
lot
of
many
a
woman
.
And
as
every
one
of
the
dear
sex
is
the
rival
of
the
rest
of
her
kind
,
timidity
passes
for
folly
in
their
charitable
judgments
;
and
gentleness
for
dulness
;
and
silence
—
which
is
but
timid
denial
of
the
unwelcome
assertion
of
ruling
folks
,
and
tacit
protestantism
—
above
all
,
finds
no
mercy
at
the
hands
of
the
female
Inquisition
.
Thus
,
my
dear
and
civilised
reader
,
if
you
and
I
were
to
find
ourselves
this
evening
in
a
society
of
greengrocers
,
let
us
say
;
it
is
probable
that
our
conversation
would
not
be
brilliant
;
if
,
on
the
other
hand
,
a
greengrocer
should
find
himself
at
your
refined
and
polite
tea-table
,
where
everybody
was
saying
witty
things
,
and
everybody
of
fashion
and
repute
tearing
her
friends
to
pieces
in
the
most
delightful
manner
,
it
is
possible
that
the
stranger
would
not
be
very
talkative
,
and
by
no
means
interesting
or
interested
.
And
it
must
be
remembered
,
that
this
poor
lady
had
never
met
a
gentleman
in
her
life
until
this
present
moment
.
Perhaps
these
are
rarer
personages
than
some
of
us
think
for
.
Which
of
us
can
point
out
many
such
in
his
circle
—
men
whose
aims
are
generous
,
whose
truth
is
constant
,
and
not
only
constant
in
its
kind
but
elevated
in
its
degree
:
whose
want
of
meanness
makes
them
simple
:
who
can
look
the
world
honestly
in
the
face
with
an
equal
manly
sympathy
for
the
great
and
the
small
?
We
all
know
a
hundred
whose
coats
are
very
well
made
,
and
a
score
who
have
excellent
manners
,
and
one
or
two
happy
beings
who
are
what
they
call
,
in
the
inner
circles
,
and
have
shot
into
the
very
centre
and
bull’s
eye
of
the
fashion
;
but
of
gentlemen
how
many
?
Let
us
take
a
little
scrap
of
paper
and
each
make
out
his
list
.
My
friend
the
Major
I
write
,
without
any
doubt
,
in
mine
.
He
had
very
long
legs
,
a
yellow
face
,
and
a
slight
lisp
,
which
at
first
was
rather
ridiculous
.
But
his
thoughts
were
just
,
his
brains
were
fairly
good
,
his
life
was
honest
and
pure
,
and
his
heart
warm
and
humble
.
He
certainly
had
very
large
hands
and
feet
,
which
the
two
George
Osbornes
used
to
caricature
and
laugh
at
;
and
their
jeers
and
laughter
perhaps
led
poor
little
Emmy
astray
as
to
his
worth
.
But
have
we
not
all
been
misled
about
our
heroes
,
and
changed
our
opinions
a
hundred
times
?
Emmy
,
in
this
happy
time
,
found
that
hers
underwent
a
very
great
change
in
respect
of
the
merits
of
the
Major
.
Perhaps
it
was
the
happiest
time
of
both
their
lives
indeed
,
if
they
did
but
know
it
—
and
who
does
?
Which
of
us
can
point
out
and
say
that
was
the
culmination
—
that
was
the
summit
of
human
joy
?
But
at
all
events
,
this
couple
were
very
decently
contented
,
and
enjoyed
as
pleasant
a
summer
tour
as
any
pair
that
left
England
that
year
.
Georgy
was
always
present
at
the
play
,
but
it
was
the
Major
who
put
Emmy’s
shawl
on
after
the
entertainment
;
and
in
the
walks
and
excursions
the
young
lad
would
be
on
a-head
,
and
up
a
tower-stair
or
a
tree
,
whilst
the
soberer
couple
were
below
,
the
Major
smoking
his
cigar
with
great
placidity
and
constancy
,
whilst
Emmy
sketched
the
site
or
the
ruin
.
It
was
on
this
very
tour
that
I
,
the
present
writer
of
a
history
of
which
every
word
is
true
,
had
the
pleasure
to
see
them
first
,
and
to
make
their
acquaintance
.
It
was
at
the
little
comfortable
Ducal
town
of
Pumpernickel
(
that
very
place
where
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
had
been
so
distinguished
as
an
attaché
but
that
was
in
early
,
early
days
,
and
before
the
news
of
the
battle
of
Austerlitz
sent
all
the
English
diplomatists
in
Germany
to
the
right
about
)
that
I
first
saw
Colonel
Dobbin
and
his
party
.
They
had
arrived
with
the
carriage
and
courier
at
the
Erbprinz
Hotel
,
the
best
of
the
town
,
and
the
whole
party
dined
at
the
table
d’hôte
.
Everybody
remarked
the
majesty
of
Jos
,
and
the
knowing
way
in
which
he
sipped
,
or
rather
sucked
,
the
Johannisberger
,
which
he
ordered
for
dinner
.
The
little
boy
,
too
,
we
observed
,
had
a
famous
appetite
,
and
consumed
schinken
,
and
braten
,
and
kartoffeln
,
and
cranberry
jam
,
and
salad
,
and
pudding
,
and
roast
fowls
,
and
sweetmeats
,
with
a
gallantry
that
did
honour
to
his
nation
.
After
about
fifteen
dishes
,
he
concluded
the
repast
with
dessert
,
some
of
which
he
even
carried
out
of
doors
;
for
some
young
gentlemen
at
table
,
amused
with
his
coolness
and
gallant
free
and
easy
manner
,
induced
him
to
pocket
a
handful
of
macaroons
,
which
he
discussed
on
his
way
to
the
theatre
,
whither
everybody
went
in
the
cheery
social
little
German
place
.
The
lady
in
black
,
the
boy’s
mamma
,
laughed
and
blushed
,
and
looked
exceedingly
pleased
and
shy
as
the
dinner
went
on
,
and
at
the
various
feats
and
instances
of
espièglerie
on
the
part
of
her
son
.
The
Colonel
—
for
so
he
became
very
soon
afterwards
—
I
remember
joked
the
boy
with
a
great
deal
of
grave
fun
,
pointing
out
dishes
which
he
hadn’t
tried
,
and
entreating
him
not
to
baulk
his
appetite
,
but
to
have
a
second
supply
of
this
or
that
.
It
was
what
they
call
a
gast-rolle
night
at
the
Royal
Grand
Ducal
Pumpernickelisch
Hof
,
—
or
Court
theatre
;
and
Madame
Schroeder
Devrient
,
then
in
the
bloom
of
her
beauty
and
genius
,
performed
the
part
of
the
heroine
in
the
wonderful
opera
of
“
Fidelio
.
”
From
our
places
in
the
stalls
we
could
see
our
four
friends
of
the
table
d’hôte
,
in
the
loge
which
Schwendler
of
the
Erbprinz
kept
for
his
best
guests
:
and
I
could
not
help
remarking
the
effect
which
the
magnificent
actress
and
music
produced
upon
Mrs.
Osborne
,
for
so
we
heard
the
stout
gentleman
in
the
mustachios
call
her
.
During
the
astonishing
Chorus
of
the
Prisoners
,
over
which
the
delightful
voice
of
the
actress
rose
and
soared
in
the
most
ravishing
harmony
,
the
English
lady’s
face
wore
such
an
expression
of
wonder
and
delight
that
it
struck
even
little
Fipps
,
the
blasé
attaché
,
who
drawled
out
,
as
he
fixed
his
glass
upon
her
,
“
Gayd
,
it
really
does
one
good
to
see
a
woman
caypable
of
that
stayt
of
excaytement
.
”
And
in
the
Prison
Scene
where
Fidelio
,
rushing
to
her
husband
,
cries
,
“
Nichts
,
nichts
,
mein
Florestan
,
”
she
fairly
lost
herself
and
covered
her
face
with
her
handkerchief
.
Every
woman
in
the
house
was
snivelling
at
the
time
:
but
I
suppose
it
was
because
it
was
predestined
that
I
was
to
write
this
particular
lady’s
memoirs
that
I
remarked
her
.
The
next
day
they
gave
another
piece
of
Beethoven
,
“
Die
Schlacht
bei
Vittoria
.
”
Malbrook
is
introduced
at
the
beginning
of
the
performance
,
as
indicative
of
the
brisk
advance
of
the
French
army
.
Then
come
drums
,
trumpets
,
thunders
of
artillery
,
and
groans
of
the
dying
,
and
at
last
in
a
grand
triumphal
swell
,
“
God
save
the
King
”
is
performed
.
There
may
have
been
a
score
of
Englishmen
in
the
house
,
but
at
the
burst
of
that
beloved
and
well-known
music
,
every
one
of
them
,
we
young
fellows
in
the
stalls
,
Sir
John
and
Lady
Bullminster
(
who
had
taken
a
house
at
Pumpernickel
for
the
education
of
their
nine
children
)
,
the
fat
gentleman
with
the
mustachios
,
the
long
Major
in
white
duck
trousers
,
and
the
lady
with
the
little
boy
upon
whom
he
was
so
sweet
:
even
Kirsch
,
the
courier
in
the
gallery
,
stood
bolt
upright
in
their
places
,
and
proclaimed
themselves
to
be
members
of
the
dear
old
British
nation
.
As
for
Tapeworm
,
the
Chargé
d’Affaires
,
he
rose
up
in
his
box
and
bowed
and
simpered
,
as
if
he
would
represent
the
whole
empire
.
Tapeworm
was
nephew
and
heir
to
old
Marshal
Tiptoff
,
who
has
been
introduced
in
this
story
as
General
Tiptoff
,
just
before
Waterloo
,
who
was
Colonel
of
the
—
th
regiment
in
which
Major
Dobbin
served
,
and
who
died
in
this
year
full
of
honours
,
and
of
an
aspic
of
plovers’
eggs
;
when
the
regiment
was
graciously
given
by
his
Majesty
to
Colonel
Sir
Michael
O’Dowd
,
K.C.B.
,
who
had
commanded
it
in
many
glorious
fields
.
Tapeworm
must
have
met
with
Colonel
Dobbin
at
the
house
of
the
Colonel’s
Colonel
,
the
Marshall
,
for
he
recognised
him
on
this
night
at
the
theatre
;
and
with
the
utmost
condescension
,
his
Majesty’s
minister
came
over
from
his
own
box
,
and
publicly
shook
hands
with
his
new-found
friend
.
“
Look
at
that
infernal
sly-boots
of
a
Tapeworm
,
”
Fipps
whispered
,
examining
his
chief
from
the
stalls
.
“
Wherever
there’s
a
pretty
woman
he
always
twists
himself
in
.
”
And
I
wonder
what
were
diplomatists
made
for
but
for
that
?
“
Have
I
the
honour
of
addressing
myself
to
Mrs.
Dobbin
?
”
asked
the
Secretary
,
with
a
most
insinuating
grin
.
Georgy
burst
out
laughing
,
and
said
,
“
By
Jove
,
that
is
a
good
’un
.
”
—
Emmy
and
the
Major
blushed
:
we
saw
them
from
the
stalls
.
“
This
lady
is
Mrs.
George
Osborne
,
”
said
the
Major
,
“
and
this
is
her
brother
,
Mr.
Sedley
,
a
distinguished
officer
of
the
Bengal
Civil
Service
:
permit
me
to
introduce
him
to
your
lordship
!
”
My
lord
nearly
sent
Jos
off
his
legs
with
the
most
fascinating
smile
.
“
Are
you
going
to
stop
in
Pumpernickel
?
”
he
said
.
“
It
is
a
dull
place
:
but
we
want
some
nice
people
,
and
we
would
try
and
make
it
so
agreeable
to
you
.
Mr.
—
Ahum
—
Mrs.
—
Oho
.
I
shall
do
myself
the
honour
of
calling
upon
you
to-morrow
at
your
inn
.
”
—
And
he
went
away
with
a
Parthian
grin
and
glance
which
he
thought
must
finish
Mrs.
Osborne
completely
.
The
performance
over
,
the
young
fellows
lounged
about
the
lobbies
,
and
we
saw
the
society
take
its
departure
.
The
Duchess
Dowager
went
off
in
her
jingling
old
coach
,
attended
by
two
faithful
and
withered
old
maids
of
honour
,
and
a
little
snuffy
spindle-shanked
gentleman
in
waiting
,
in
a
brown
jasey
and
a
green
coat
covered
with
orders
—
of
which
the
star
and
the
grand
yellow
cordon
of
the
order
of
St.
Michael
of
Pumpernickel
were
most
conspicuous
.
The
drums
rolled
,
the
guards
saluted
,
and
the
old
carriage
drove
away
.
Then
came
his
Transparency
the
Duke
and
Transparent
family
,
with
his
great
officers
of
state
and
household
.
He
bowed
serenely
to
everybody
.
And
amid
the
saluting
of
the
guards
,
and
the
flaring
of
the
torches
of
the
running
footmen
,
clad
in
scarlet
,
the
Transparent
carriages
drove
away
to
the
old
Ducal
Schloss
,
with
its
towers
and
pinnacles
standing
on
the
Schlossberg
.
Everybody
in
Pumpernickel
knew
everybody
.
No
sooner
was
a
foreigner
seen
there
,
than
the
Minister
of
Foreign
Affairs
,
or
some
other
great
or
small
officer
of
state
,
went
round
to
the
Erbprinz
,
and
found
out
the
name
of
the
new
arrival
.
We
watched
them
,
too
,
out
of
the
theatre
.
Tapeworm
had
just
walked
off
,
enveloped
in
his
cloak
,
with
which
his
gigantic
chasseur
was
always
in
attendance
,
and
looking
as
much
as
possible
like
Don
Juan
.
The
Prime
Minister’s
lady
had
just
squeezed
herself
into
her
sedan
,
and
her
daughter
,
the
charming
Ida
,
had
put
on
her
calash
and
clogs
:
when
the
English
party
came
out
,
the
boy
yawning
drearily
,
the
Major
taking
great
pains
in
keeping
the
shawl
over
Mrs.
Osborne’s
head
,
and
Mr.
Sedley
looking
grand
,
with
a
crush
opera-hat
on
one
side
of
his
head
,
and
his
hand
in
the
stomach
of
a
voluminous
white
waistcoat
.
We
took
off
our
hats
to
our
acquaintances
of
the
table
d’hôte
;
and
the
lady
,
in
return
,
presented
us
with
a
little
smile
and
a
curtsey
,
for
which
everybody
might
be
thankful
.
The
carriage
from
the
inn
,
under
the
superintendence
of
the
bustling
Mr.
Kirsch
,
was
in
waiting
to
convey
the
party
;
but
the
fat
man
said
he
would
walk
,
and
smoke
his
cigar
on
his
way
homewards
;
so
the
other
three
,
with
nods
and
smiles
to
us
,
went
without
Mr.
Sedley
;
Kirsch
,
with
the
cigar-case
,
following
in
his
master’s
wake
.
We
all
walked
together
,
and
talked
to
the
stout
gentleman
about
the
agrémens
of
the
place
.
It
was
very
agreeable
for
the
English
.
There
were
shooting-parties
and
battues
;
there
was
a
plenty
of
balls
and
entertainments
at
the
hospitable
Court
;
the
society
was
generally
good
;
the
theatre
excellent
,
and
the
living
cheap
.
“
And
our
Minister
seems
a
most
delightful
and
affable
person
,
”
our
new
friend
said
.
“
With
such
a
representative
,
and
—
and
a
good
medical
man
,
I
fancy
the
place
to
be
most
eligible
.
Good-night
,
gentlemen
.
”
And
Jos
creaked
up
the
stairs
to
bedward
,
followed
by
Kirsch
with
a
flambeau
.
We
rather
hoped
that
nice-looking
woman
would
be
induced
to
stay
some
time
in
the
town
.
XXVIII
.
In
Which
We
Meet
an
Old
Acquaintance
SUCH
polite
behaviour
as
that
of
Lord
Tapeworm
did
not
fail
to
have
the
most
favourable
effect
upon
Mr.
Sedley’s
mind
,
and
the
very
next
morning
,
at
breakfast
,
he
pronounced
his
opinion
that
Pumpernickel
was
the
pleasantest
little
place
of
any
which
he
had
visited
on
their
tour
.
Jos’s
motives
and
artifices
were
not
very
difficult
of
comprehension
;
and
Dobbin
laughed
in
his
sleeve
,
like
a
hypocrite
as
he
was
,
when
he
found
by
the
knowing
air
of
the
Civilian
and
the
off-hand
manner
in
which
the
latter
talked
about
Tapeworm
Castle
,
and
the
other
members
of
the
family
,
that
Jos
had
been
up
already
in
the
morning
,
consulting
his
travelling
Peerage
.
Yes
,
he
had
seen
the
Right
Honourable
the
Earl
of
Bagwig
,
his
lordship’s
father
;
he
was
sure
he
had
,
he
had
met
him
at
—
at
the
Levee
—
didn’t
Dob
remember
?
and
when
the
Diplomatist
called
on
the
party
,
faithful
to
his
promise
,
Jos
received
him
with
such
a
salute
and
honours
as
were
seldom
accorded
to
the
little
Envoy
.
He
winked
at
Kirsch
on
his
Excellency’s
arrival
,
and
that
emissary
,
instructed
beforehand
,
went
out
and
superintended
an
entertainment
of
cold
meats
,
jellies
,
and
other
delicacies
,
brought
in
upon
trays
,
and
of
which
Mr.
Jos
absolutely
insisted
that
his
noble
guest
should
partake
.
Tapeworm
,
so
long
as
he
could
have
an
opportunity
of
admiring
the
bright
eyes
of
Mrs.
Osborne
(
whose
freshness
of
complexion
bore
daylight
remarkably
well
)
was
not
ill
pleased
to
accept
any
invitation
to
stay
in
Mr.
Sedley’s
lodgings
;
he
put
one
or
two
dexterous
questions
to
him
about
India
and
the
dancing-girls
there
;
asked
Amelia
about
that
beautiful
boy
who
had
been
with
her
,
and
complimented
the
astonished
little
woman
upon
the
prodigious
sensation
which
she
had
made
in
the
house
;
and
tried
to
fascinate
Dobbin
by
talking
of
the
late
war
,
and
the
exploits
of
the
Pumpernickel
contingent
under
the
command
of
the
Hereditary
Prince
,
now
Duke
of
Pumpernickel
.
Lord
Tapeworm
inherited
no
little
portion
of
the
family
gallantry
,
and
it
was
his
happy
belief
,
that
almost
every
woman
upon
whom
he
himself
cast
friendly
eyes
,
was
in
love
with
him
.
He
left
Emmy
under
the
persuasion
that
she
was
slain
by
his
wit
and
attractions
,
and
went
home
to
his
lodgings
to
write
a
pretty
little
note
to
her
.
She
was
not
fascinated
;
only
puzzled
by
his
grinning
,
his
simpering
,
his
scented
cambric
handkerchief
,
and
his
high-heeled
lacquered
boots
.
She
did
not
understand
one
half
the
compliments
which
he
paid
;
she
had
never
,
in
her
small
experience
of
mankind
,
met
a
professional
ladies’
man
as
yet
,
and
looked
upon
my
lord
as
something
curious
rather
than
pleasant
;
and
if
she
did
not
admire
,
certainly
wondered
at
him
.
Jos
,
on
the
contrary
,
was
delighted
.
“
How
very
affable
his
Lordship
is
,
”
he
said
;
“
how
very
kind
of
his
Lordship
to
say
he
would
send
his
medical
man
!
Kirsch
,
you
will
carry
our
cards
to
the
Count
de
Schlüsselback
directly
:
the
Major
and
I
will
have
the
greatest
pleasure
in
paying
our
respects
at
Court
as
soon
as
possible
.
Put
out
my
uniform
,
Kirsch
,
—
both
our
uniforms
.
It
is
a
mark
of
politeness
which
every
English
gentleman
ought
to
show
to
the
countries
which
he
visits
,
to
pay
his
respects
to
the
sovereigns
of
those
countries
as
to
the
representatives
of
his
own
.
”
When
Tapeworm’s
doctor
came
,
Doctor
von
Glauber
,
Body
Physician
to
H.S.H.
the
Duke
,
he
speedily
convinced
Jos
that
the
Pumpernickel
mineral
springs
and
the
Doctor’s
particular
treatment
would
infallibly
restore
the
Bengalee
to
youth
and
slimness
.
“
Dere
came
here
last
year
,
”
he
said
,
“
Sheneral
Bulkeley
,
an
English
Sheneral
,
tvice
so
pic
as
you
,
Sir
.
I
sent
him
back
qvite
tin
after
tree
months
,
and
he
danced
vid
Baroness
Glauber
at
the
end
of
two
.
”
Jos’s
mind
was
made
up
;
the
springs
,
the
Doctor
,
the
Court
,
and
the
Chargé
d’Affaires
convinced
him
,
and
he
proposed
to
spend
the
autumn
in
these
delightful
quarters
.
—
And
punctual
to
his
word
,
on
the
next
day
the
Chargé
d’Affaires
presented
Jos
and
the
Major
to
Victor
Aurelius
XVII
.
,
being
conducted
to
their
audience
with
that
sovereign
by
the
Count
de
Schlüsselback
,
Marshal
of
the
Court
.
They
were
straightway
invited
to
dinner
at
Court
,
and
their
intention
of
staying
in
the
town
being
announced
,
the
politest
ladies
of
the
whole
town
instantly
called
upon
Mrs.
Osborne
;
and
as
not
one
of
these
,
however
poor
they
might
be
,
was
under
the
rank
of
a
Baroness
,
Jos’s
delight
was
beyond
expression
.
He
wrote
off
to
Chutney
at
the
Club
to
say
that
the
Service
was
highly
appreciated
in
Germany
,
that
he
was
going
to
show
his
friend
,
the
Count
de
Schlüsselback
,
how
to
stick
a
pig
in
the
Indian
fashion
,
and
that
his
august
friends
,
the
Duke
and
Duchess
,
were
everything
that
was
kind
and
civil
.
Emmy
,
too
,
was
presented
to
the
august
family
,
and
as
mourning
is
not
admitted
in
Court
on
certain
days
,
she
appeared
in
a
pink
crape
dress
,
with
a
diamond
ornament
in
the
corsage
,
presented
to
her
by
her
brother
,
and
she
looked
so
pretty
in
this
costume
that
the
Duke
and
Court
(
putting
out
of
the
question
the
Major
,
who
had
scarcely
ever
seen
her
before
in
an
evening
dress
,
and
vowed
that
she
did
not
look
five-and-twenty
)
all
admired
her
excessively
.
In
this
dress
she
walked
a
Polonaise
with
Major
Dobbin
at
a
Court-ball
,
in
which
easy
dance
Mr.
Jos
had
the
honour
of
leading
out
the
Countess
of
Schlüsselback
,
an
old
lady
with
a
hump
back
,
but
with
sixteen
good
quarters
of
nobility
,
and
related
to
half
the
royal
houses
of
Germany
.
Pumpernickel
stands
in
the
midst
of
a
happy
valley
,
through
which
sparkles
—
to
mingle
with
the
Rhine
somewhere
,
but
I
have
not
the
map
at
hand
to
say
exactly
at
what
point
—
the
fertilising
stream
of
the
Pump
.
In
some
places
the
river
is
big
enough
to
support
a
ferryboat
,
in
others
to
turn
a
mill
;
in
Pumpernickel
itself
,
the
last
Transparency
but
three
,
the
great
and
renowned
Victor
Aurelius
XIV
.
,
built
a
magnificent
bridge
,
on
which
his
own
statue
rises
,
surrounded
by
water-nymphs
and
emblems
of
victory
,
peace
,
and
plenty
;
he
has
his
foot
on
the
neck
of
a
prostrate
Turk
—
history
says
he
engaged
and
ran
a
Janissary
through
the
body
at
the
relief
of
Vienna
by
Sobieski
,
—
but
,
quite
undisturbed
by
the
agonies
of
that
prostrate
Mahometan
,
who
writhes
at
his
feet
in
the
most
ghastly
manner
,
the
Prince
smiles
blandly
,
and
points
with
his
truncheon
in
the
direction
of
the
Aurelius
Platz
,
where
he
began
to
erect
a
new
palace
that
would
have
been
the
wonder
of
his
age
,
had
the
great-souled
Prince
but
had
funds
to
complete
it
.
But
the
completion
of
Monplaisir
(
Monblaisir
the
honest
German
folks
call
it
)
was
stopped
for
lack
of
ready
money
,
and
it
and
its
park
and
garden
are
now
in
rather
a
faded
condition
,
and
not
more
than
ten
times
big
enough
to
accommodate
the
Court
of
the
reigning
Sovereign
.
The
gardens
were
arranged
to
emulate
those
of
Versailles
,
and
amidst
the
terraces
and
groves
there
are
some
huge
allegorical
water-works
still
,
which
spout
and
froth
stupendously
upon
fête-days
,
and
frighten
one
with
their
enormous
aquatic
insurrections
.
There
is
the
Trophonius’
cave
in
which
,
by
some
artifice
,
the
leaden
Tritons
are
made
not
only
to
spout
water
,
but
to
play
the
most
dreadful
groans
out
of
their
lead
conchs
—
there
is
the
Nymphbath
and
the
Niagara
cataract
,
which
the
people
of
the
neighbourhood
admire
beyond
expression
,
when
they
come
to
the
yearly
fair
at
the
opening
of
the
Chamber
,
or
to
the
fêtes
with
which
the
happy
little
nation
still
celebrates
the
birth-days
and
marriage-days
of
its
princely
governors
.
Then
from
all
the
towns
of
the
Duchy
which
stretches
for
nearly
ten
miles
,
—
from
Bolkum
,
which
lies
on
its
western
frontier
bidding
defiance
to
Prussia
,
from
Grogwitz
where
the
Prince
has
a
hunting-lodge
,
and
where
his
dominions
are
separated
by
the
Pump
river
from
those
of
the
neighbouring
Prince
of
Potzenthal
;
from
all
the
little
villages
which
,
besides
these
three
great
cities
,
dot
over
the
happy
Principality
—
from
the
farms
and
the
mills
along
the
Pump
,
come
troops
of
people
in
red
petticoats
and
velvet
head-dresses
,
or
with
three-cornered
hats
and
pipes
in
their
mouths
,
who
flock
to
the
Residenz
and
share
in
the
pleasures
of
the
fair
and
the
festivities
there
.
Then
the
theatre
is
open
for
nothing
,
then
the
waters
of
Monblaisir
begin
to
play
(
it
is
lucky
that
there
is
company
to
behold
them
,
for
one
would
be
afraid
to
see
them
alone
)
—
then
there
come
mountebanks
and
riding
troops
(
the
way
in
which
his
Transparency
was
fascinated
by
one
of
the
horse-riders
is
well
known
,
and
it
is
believed
that
La
Petite
Vivandière
,
as
she
was
called
,
was
a
spy
in
the
French
interest
)
,
and
the
delighted
people
are
permitted
to
march
through
room
after
room
of
the
Grand
Ducal
palace
,
and
admire
the
slippery
floor
,
the
rich
hangings
,
and
the
spittoons
at
the
doors
of
all
the
innumerable
chambers
.
There
is
one
Pavilion
at
Monblaisir
which
Aurelius
Victor
XV
.
had
arranged
—
a
great
Prince
but
too
fond
of
pleasure
—
and
which
I
am
told
is
a
perfect
wonder
of
licentious
elegance
.
It
is
painted
with
the
story
of
Bacchus
and
Ariadne
,
and
the
table
works
in
and
out
of
the
room
by
means
of
a
windlass
so
that
the
company
was
served
without
any
intervention
of
domestics
.
But
the
place
was
shut
up
by
Barbara
,
Aurelius
XV.’s
widow
,
a
severe
and
devout
Princess
of
the
House
of
Bolkum
and
Regent
of
the
Duchy
during
her
son’s
glorious
minority
,
and
after
the
death
of
her
husband
,
cut
off
in
the
pride
