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George
's
Hospital
wore
red
jackets
still
;
where
there
were
oil-lamps
;
where
Achilles
was
not
yet
born
;
nor
the
Pimlico
arch
raised
;
nor
the
hideous
equestrian
monster
which
pervades
it
and
the
neighbourhood
;
and
so
they
drove
down
by
Brompton
to
a
certain
chapel
near
the
Fulham
Road
there
.
A
chariot
was
in
waiting
with
four
horses
;
likewise
a
coach
of
the
kind
called
glass
coaches
.
Only
a
very
few
idlers
were
collected
on
account
of
the
dismal
rain
.
"
Hang
it
!
"
said
George
,
"
I
said
only
a
pair
.
"
"
My
master
would
have
four
,
"
said
Mr.
Joseph
Sedley
's
servant
,
who
was
in
waiting
;
and
he
and
Mr.
Osborne
's
man
agreed
as
they
followed
George
and
William
into
the
church
,
that
it
was
a
"
reg
'
lar
shabby
turn
hout
;
and
with
scarce
so
much
as
a
breakfast
or
a
wedding
faviour
.
"
"
Here
you
are
,
"
said
our
old
friend
,
Jos
Sedley
,
coming
forward
.
"
You
're
five
minutes
late
,
George
,
my
boy
.
What
a
day
,
eh
?
Demmy
,
it
's
like
the
commencement
of
the
rainy
season
in
Bengal
.
But
you
'll
find
my
carriage
is
watertight
.
Come
along
,
my
mother
and
Emmy
are
in
the
vestry
.
"
Jos
Sedley
was
splendid
.
He
was
fatter
than
ever
.
His
shirt
collars
were
higher
;
his
face
was
redder
;
his
shirt-frill
flaunted
gorgeously
out
of
his
variegated
waistcoat
.
Varnished
boots
were
not
invented
as
yet
;
but
the
Hessians
on
his
beautiful
legs
shone
so
,
that
they
must
have
been
the
identical
pair
in
which
the
gentleman
in
the
old
picture
used
to
shave
himself
;
and
on
his
light
green
coat
there
bloomed
a
fine
wedding
favour
,
like
a
great
white
spreading
magnolia
.
In
a
word
,
George
had
thrown
the
great
cast
.
He
was
going
to
be
married
.
Hence
his
pallor
and
nervousness
--
his
sleepless
night
and
agitation
in
the
morning
.
I
have
heard
people
who
have
gone
through
the
same
thing
own
to
the
same
emotion
.
After
three
or
four
ceremonies
,
you
get
accustomed
to
it
,
no
doubt
;
but
the
first
dip
,
everybody
allows
,
is
awful
.
The
bride
was
dressed
in
a
brown
silk
pelisse
(
as
Captain
Dobbin
has
since
informed
me
)
,
and
wore
a
straw
bonnet
with
a
pink
ribbon
;
over
the
bonnet
she
had
a
veil
of
white
Chantilly
lace
,
a
gift
from
Mr.
Joseph
Sedley
,
her
brother
.
Captain
Dobbin
himself
had
asked
leave
to
present
her
with
a
gold
chain
and
watch
,
which
she
sported
on
this
occasion
;
and
her
mother
gave
her
her
diamond
brooch
--
almost
the
only
trinket
which
was
left
to
the
old
lady
.
As
the
service
went
on
,
Mrs.
Sedley
sat
and
whimpered
a
great
deal
in
a
pew
,
consoled
by
the
Irish
maid-servant
and
Mrs.
Clapp
from
the
lodgings
.
Old
Sedley
would
not
be
present
.
Jos
acted
for
his
father
,
giving
away
the
bride
,
whilst
Captain
Dobbin
stepped
up
as
groomsman
to
his
friend
George
.
There
was
nobody
in
the
church
besides
the
officiating
persons
and
the
small
marriage
party
and
their
attendants
.
