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The
dark
object
of
the
conspiracy
into
which
the
chiefs
of
the
Osborne
family
had
entered
,
was
quite
ignorant
of
all
their
plans
regarding
her
(
which
,
strange
to
say
,
her
friend
and
chaperon
did
not
divulge
)
,
and
,
taking
all
the
young
ladies
'
flattery
for
genuine
sentiment
,
and
being
,
as
we
have
before
had
occasion
to
show
,
of
a
very
warm
and
impetuous
nature
,
responded
to
their
affection
with
quite
a
tropical
ardour
.
And
if
the
truth
may
be
told
,
I
dare
say
that
she
too
had
some
selfish
attraction
in
the
Russell
Square
house
;
and
in
a
word
,
thought
George
Osborne
a
very
nice
young
man
.
His
whiskers
had
made
an
impression
upon
her
,
on
the
very
first
night
she
beheld
them
at
the
ball
at
Messrs.
Hulkers
;
and
,
as
we
know
,
she
was
not
the
first
woman
who
had
been
charmed
by
them
.
George
had
an
air
at
once
swaggering
and
melancholy
,
languid
and
fierce
.
He
looked
like
a
man
who
had
passions
,
secrets
,
and
private
harrowing
griefs
and
adventures
.
His
voice
was
rich
and
deep
.
He
would
say
it
was
a
warm
evening
,
or
ask
his
partner
to
take
an
ice
,
with
a
tone
as
sad
and
confidential
as
if
he
were
breaking
her
mother
's
death
to
her
,
or
preluding
a
declaration
of
love
.
He
trampled
over
all
the
young
bucks
of
his
father
's
circle
,
and
was
the
hero
among
those
third-rate
men
.
Some
few
sneered
at
him
and
hated
him
.
Some
,
like
Dobbin
,
fanatically
admired
him
.
And
his
whiskers
had
begun
to
do
their
work
,
and
to
curl
themselves
round
the
affections
of
Miss
Swartz
.
Whenever
there
was
a
chance
of
meeting
him
in
Russell
Square
,
that
simple
and
good-natured
young
woman
was
quite
in
a
flurry
to
see
her
dear
Misses
Osborne
.
She
went
to
great
expenses
in
new
gowns
,
and
bracelets
,
and
bonnets
,
and
in
prodigious
feathers
.
She
adorned
her
person
with
her
utmost
skill
to
please
the
Conqueror
,
and
exhibited
all
her
simple
accomplishments
to
win
his
favour
.
The
girls
would
ask
her
,
with
the
greatest
gravity
,
for
a
little
music
,
and
she
would
sing
her
three
songs
and
play
her
two
little
pieces
as
often
as
ever
they
asked
,
and
with
an
always
increasing
pleasure
to
herself
.
During
these
delectable
entertainments
,
Miss
Wirt
and
the
chaperon
sate
by
,
and
conned
over
the
peerage
,
and
talked
about
the
nobility
.
The
day
after
George
had
his
hint
from
his
father
,
and
a
short
time
before
the
hour
of
dinner
,
he
was
lolling
upon
a
sofa
in
the
drawing-room
in
a
very
becoming
and
perfectly
natural
attitude
of
melancholy
.
He
had
been
,
at
his
father
's
request
,
to
Mr.
Chopper
in
the
City
(
the
old-gentleman
,
though
he
gave
great
sums
to
his
son
,
would
never
specify
any
fixed
allowance
for
him
,
and
rewarded
him
only
as
he
was
in
the
humour
)
.
He
had
then
been
to
pass
three
hours
with
Amelia
,
his
dear
little
Amelia
,
at
Fulham
;
and
he
came
home
to
find
his
sisters
spread
in
starched
muslin
in
the
drawing-room
,
the
dowagers
cackling
in
the
background
,
and
honest
Swartz
in
her
favourite
amber-coloured
satin
,
with
turquoise
bracelets
,
countless
rings
,
flowers
,
feathers
,
and
all
sorts
of
tags
and
gimcracks
,
about
as
elegantly
decorated
as
a
she
chimney-sweep
on
May-day
.
The
girls
,
after
vain
attempts
to
engage
him
in
conversation
,
talked
about
fashions
and
the
last
drawing-room
until
he
was
perfectly
sick
of
their
chatter
.
He
contrasted
their
behaviour
with
little
Emmy
's
--
their
shrill
voices
with
her
tender
ringing
tones
;
their
attitudes
and
their
elbows
and
their
starch
,
with
her
humble
soft
movements
and
modest
graces
.
Poor
Swartz
was
seated
in
a
place
where
Emmy
had
been
accustomed
to
sit
.
Her
bejewelled
hands
lay
sprawling
in
her
amber
satin
lap
.
Her
tags
and
ear-rings
twinkled
,
and
her
big
eyes
rolled
about
.
She
was
doing
nothing
with
perfect
contentment
,
and
thinking
herself
charming
.
Anything
so
becoming
as
the
satin
the
sisters
had
never
seen
.
"
Dammy
,
"
George
said
to
a
confidential
friend
,
"
she
looked
like
a
China
doll
,
which
has
nothing
to
do
all
day
but
to
grin
and
wag
its
head
.
By
Jove
,
Will
,
it
was
all
I
I
could
do
to
prevent
myself
from
throwing
the
sofa-cushion
at
her
.
"
He
restrained
that
exhibition
of
sentiment
,
however
.
The
sisters
began
to
play
the
Battle
of
Prague
.
"
Stop
that
d
--
-
thing
,
"
George
howled
out
in
a
fury
from
the
sofa
.
"
It
makes
me
mad
.
You
play
us
something
,
Miss
Swartz
,
do
.
Sing
something
,
anything
but
the
Battle
of
Prague
.
"
"
Shall
I
sing
'
Blue
Eyed
Mary
'
or
the
air
from
the
Cabinet
?
"
Miss
Swartz
asked
.
