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She
had
that
night
a
sweet
refreshing
sleep
,
like
one
--
and
what
a
spring
of
inexpressible
happiness
as
she
woke
in
the
morning
sunshine
!
"
He
will
be
here
again
to-day
,
"
Amelia
thought
.
"
He
is
the
greatest
and
best
of
men
.
"
And
the
fact
is
,
that
George
thought
he
was
one
of
the
generousest
creatures
alive
:
and
that
he
was
making
a
tremendous
sacrifice
in
marrying
this
young
creature
.
While
she
and
Osborne
were
having
their
delightful
tete-a-tete
above
stairs
,
old
Mrs.
Sedley
and
Captain
Dobbin
were
conversing
below
upon
the
state
of
the
affairs
,
and
the
chances
and
future
arrangements
of
the
young
people
.
Mrs.
Sedley
having
brought
the
two
lovers
together
and
left
them
embracing
each
other
with
all
their
might
,
like
a
true
woman
,
was
of
opinion
that
no
power
on
earth
would
induce
Mr.
Sedley
to
consent
to
the
match
between
his
daughter
and
the
son
of
a
man
who
had
so
shamefully
,
wickedly
,
and
monstrously
treated
him
.
And
she
told
a
long
story
about
happier
days
and
their
earlier
splendours
,
when
Osborne
lived
in
a
very
humble
way
in
the
New
Road
,
and
his
wife
was
too
glad
to
receive
some
of
Jos
's
little
baby
things
,
with
which
Mrs.
Sedley
accommodated
her
at
the
birth
of
one
of
Osborne
's
own
children
.
The
fiendish
ingratitude
of
that
man
,
she
was
sure
,
had
broken
Mr.
S.
'
s
heart
:
and
as
for
a
marriage
,
he
would
never
,
never
,
never
,
never
consent
.
"
They
must
run
away
together
,
Ma'am
,
"
Dobbin
said
,
laughing
,
"
and
follow
the
example
of
Captain
Rawdon
Crawley
,
and
Miss
Emmy
's
friend
the
little
governess
.
"
Was
it
possible
?
Well
she
never
!
Mrs.
Sedley
was
all
excitement
about
this
news
.
She
wished
that
Blenkinsop
were
here
to
hear
it
:
Blenkinsop
always
mistrusted
that
Miss
Sharp
.
--
What
an
escape
Jos
had
had
!
and
she
described
the
already
well-known
love-passages
between
Rebecca
and
the
Collector
of
Boggley
Wollah
.
It
was
not
,
however
,
Mr.
Sedley
's
wrath
which
Dobbin
feared
,
so
much
as
that
of
the
other
parent
concerned
,
and
he
owned
that
he
had
a
very
considerable
doubt
and
anxiety
respecting
the
behaviour
of
the
black-browed
old
tyrant
of
a
Russia
merchant
in
Russell
Square
.
He
has
forbidden
the
match
peremptorily
,
Dobbin
thought
.
He
knew
what
a
savage
determined
man
Osborne
was
,
and
how
he
stuck
by
his
word
.
"
The
only
chance
George
has
of
reconcilement
,
"
argued
his
friend
,
"
is
by
distinguishing
himself
in
the
coming
campaign
.
If
he
dies
they
both
go
together
.
If
he
fails
in
distinction
--
what
then
?
He
has
some
money
from
his
mother
,
I
have
heard
enough
to
purchase
his
majority
--
or
he
must
sell
out
and
go
and
dig
in
Canada
,
or
rough
it
in
a
cottage
in
the
country
.
"
With
such
a
partner
Dobbin
thought
he
would
not
mind
Siberia
--
and
,
strange
to
say
,
this
absurd
and
utterly
imprudent
young
fellow
never
for
a
moment
considered
that
the
want
of
means
to
keep
a
nice
carriage
and
horses
,
and
of
an
income
which
should
enable
its
possessors
to
entertain
their
friends
genteelly
,
ought
to
operate
as
bars
to
the
union
of
George
and
Miss
Sedley
.
It
was
these
weighty
considerations
which
made
him
think
too
that
the
marriage
should
take
place
as
quickly
as
possible
.
Was
he
anxious
himself
,
I
wonder
,
to
have
it
over
?
--
as
people
,
when
death
has
occurred
,
like
to
press
forward
the
funeral
,
or
when
a
parting
is
resolved
upon
,
hasten
it
.
It
is
certain
that
Mr.
Dobbin
,
having
taken
the
matter
in
hand
,
was
most
extraordinarily
eager
in
the
conduct
of
it
.
He
urged
on
George
the
necessity
of
immediate
action
:
he
showed
the
chances
of
reconciliation
with
his
father
,
which
a
favourable
mention
of
his
name
in
the
Gazette
must
bring
about
.
If
need
were
he
would
go
himself
and
brave
both
the
fathers
in
the
business
.
At
all
events
,
he
besought
George
to
go
through
with
it
before
the
orders
came
,
which
everybody
expected
,
for
the
departure
of
the
regiment
from
England
on
foreign
service
.
Bent
upon
these
hymeneal
projects
,
and
with
the
applause
and
consent
of
Mrs.
Sedley
,
who
did
not
care
to
break
the
matter
personally
to
her
husband
,
Mr.
Dobbin
went
to
seek
John
Sedley
at
his
house
of
call
in
the
City
,
the
Tapioca
Coffee-house
,
where
,
since
his
own
offices
were
shut
up
,
and
fate
had
overtaken
him
,
the
poor
broken-down
old
gentleman
used
to
betake
himself
daily
,
and
write
letters
and
receive
them
,
and
tie
them
up
into
mysterious
bundles
,
several
of
which
he
carried
in
the
flaps
of
his
coat
.
I
do
n't
know
anything
more
dismal
than
that
business
and
bustle
and
mystery
of
a
ruined
man
:
those
letters
from
the
wealthy
which
he
shows
you
:
those
worn
greasy
documents
promising
support
and
offering
condolence
which
he
places
wistfully
before
you
,
and
on
which
he
builds
his
hopes
of
restoration
and
future
fortune
.
My
beloved
reader
has
no
doubt
in
the
course
of
his
experience
been
waylaid
by
many
such
a
luckless
companion
.
He
takes
you
into
the
corner
;
he
has
his
bundle
of
papers
out
of
his
gaping
coat
pocket
;
and
the
tape
off
,
and
the
string
in
his
mouth
,
and
the
favourite
letters
selected
and
laid
before
you
;
and
who
does
not
know
the
sad
eager
half-crazy
look
which
he
fixes
on
you
with
his
hopeless
eyes
?
Changed
into
a
man
of
this
sort
,
Dobbin
found
the
once
florid
,
jovial
,
and
prosperous
John
Sedley
.
His
coat
,
that
used
to
be
so
glossy
and
trim
,
was
white
at
the
seams
,
and
the
buttons
showed
the
copper
.
His
face
had
fallen
in
,
and
was
unshorn
;
his
frill
and
neckcloth
hung
limp
under
his
bagging
waistcoat
.
When
he
used
to
treat
the
boys
in
old
days
at
a
coffee-house
,
he
would
shout
and
laugh
louder
than
anybody
there
,
and
have
all
the
waiters
skipping
round
him
;
it
was
quite
painful
to
see
how
humble
and
civil
he
was
to
John
of
the
Tapioca
,
a
blear-eyed
old
attendant
in
dingy
stockings
and
cracked
pumps
,
whose
business
it
was
to
serve
glasses
of
wafers
,
and
bumpers
of
ink
in
pewter
,
and
slices
of
paper
to
the
frequenters
of
this
dreary
house
of
entertainment
,
where
nothing
else
seemed
to
be
consumed
.
