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It
is
hard
when
,
before
seven
days
of
marriage
are
over
,
such
thoughts
and
confessions
as
these
force
themselves
on
a
little
bride
's
mind
.
But
so
it
was
,
and
the
night
before
Dobbin
came
to
join
these
young
people
--
on
a
fine
brilliant
moonlight
night
of
May
--
so
warm
and
balmy
that
the
windows
were
flung
open
to
the
balcony
,
from
which
George
and
Mrs.
Crawley
were
gazing
upon
the
calm
ocean
spread
shining
before
them
,
while
Rawdon
and
Jos
were
engaged
at
backgammon
within
--
Amelia
couched
in
a
great
chair
quite
neglected
,
and
watching
both
these
parties
,
felt
a
despair
and
remorse
such
as
were
bitter
companions
for
that
tender
lonely
soul
.
Scarce
a
week
was
past
,
and
it
was
come
to
this
!
The
future
,
had
she
regarded
it
,
offered
a
dismal
prospect
;
but
Emmy
was
too
shy
,
so
to
speak
,
to
look
to
that
,
and
embark
alone
on
that
wide
sea
,
and
unfit
to
navigate
it
without
a
guide
and
protector
.
I
know
Miss
Smith
has
a
mean
opinion
of
her
.
But
how
many
,
my
dear
Madam
,
are
endowed
with
your
prodigious
strength
of
mind
?
"
Gad
,
what
a
fine
night
,
and
how
bright
the
moon
is
!
"
George
said
,
with
a
puff
of
his
cigar
,
which
went
soaring
up
skywards
.
"
How
delicious
they
smell
in
the
open
air
!
I
adore
them
.
Who
'd
think
the
moon
was
two
hundred
and
thirty-six
thousand
eight
hundred
and
forty-seven
miles
off
?
"
Becky
added
,
gazing
at
that
orb
with
a
smile
.
"
Is
n't
it
clever
of
me
to
remember
that
?
Pooh
!
we
learned
it
all
at
Miss
Pinkerton
's
!
How
calm
the
sea
is
,
and
how
clear
everything
.
I
declare
I
can
almost
see
the
coast
of
France
!
"
and
her
bright
green
eyes
streamed
out
,
and
shot
into
the
night
as
if
they
could
see
through
it
.
"
Do
you
know
what
I
intend
to
do
one
morning
?
"
she
said
;
"
I
find
I
can
swim
beautifully
,
and
some
day
,
when
my
Aunt
Crawley
's
companion
--
old
Briggs
,
you
know
--
you
remember
her
--
that
hook-nosed
woman
,
with
the
long
wisps
of
hair
--
when
Briggs
goes
out
to
bathe
,
I
intend
to
dive
under
her
awning
,
and
insist
on
a
reconciliation
in
the
water
.
Is
n't
that
a
stratagem
?
"
George
burst
out
laughing
at
the
idea
of
this
aquatic
meeting
.
"
What
's
the
row
there
,
you
two
?
"
Rawdon
shouted
out
,
rattling
the
box
.
Amelia
was
making
a
fool
of
herself
in
an
absurd
hysterical
manner
,
and
retired
to
her
own
room
to
whimper
in
private
.
Our
history
is
destined
in
this
chapter
to
go
backwards
and
forwards
in
a
very
irresolute
manner
seemingly
,
and
having
conducted
our
story
to
to-morrow
presently
,
we
shall
immediately
again
have
occasion
to
step
back
to
yesterday
,
so
that
the
whole
of
the
tale
may
get
a
hearing
.
As
you
behold
at
her
Majesty
's
drawing-room
,
the
ambassadors
'
and
high
dignitaries
'
carriages
whisk
off
from
a
private
door
,
while
Captain
Jones
's
ladies
are
waiting
for
their
fly
:
as
you
see
in
the
Secretary
of
the
Treasury
's
antechamber
,
a
half-dozen
of
petitioners
waiting
patiently
for
their
audience
,
and
called
out
one
by
one
,
when
suddenly
an
Irish
member
or
some
eminent
personage
enters
the
apartment
,
and
instantly
walks
into
Mr.
Under-Secretary
over
the
heads
of
all
the
people
present
:
so
in
the
conduct
of
a
tale
,
the
romancer
is
obliged
to
exercise
this
most
partial
sort
of
justice
.
Although
all
the
little
incidents
must
be
heard
,
yet
they
must
be
put
off
when
the
great
events
make
their
appearance
;
and
surely
such
a
circumstance
as
that
which
brought
Dobbin
to
Brighton
,
viz.
,
the
ordering
out
of
the
Guards
and
the
line
to
Belgium
,
and
the
mustering
of
the
allied
armies
in
that
country
under
the
command
of
his
Grace
the
Duke
of
Wellington
--
such
a
dignified
circumstance
as
that
,
I
say
,
was
entitled
to
the
pas
over
all
minor
occurrences
whereof
this
history
is
composed
mainly
,
and
hence
a
little
trifling
disarrangement
and
disorder
was
excusable
and
becoming
.
We
have
only
now
advanced
in
time
so
far
beyond
Chapter
XXII
as
to
have
got
our
various
characters
up
into
their
dressing-rooms
before
the
dinner
,
which
took
place
as
usual
on
the
day
of
Dobbin
's
arrival
.
George
was
too
humane
or
too
much
occupied
with
the
tie
of
his
neckcloth
to
convey
at
once
all
the
news
to
Amelia
which
his
comrade
had
brought
with
him
from
London
.
He
came
into
her
room
,
however
,
holding
the
attorney
's
letter
in
his
hand
,
and
with
so
solemn
and
important
an
air
that
his
wife
,
always
ingeniously
on
the
watch
for
calamity
,
thought
the
worst
was
about
to
befall
,
and
running
up
to
her
husband
,
besought
her
dearest
George
to
tell
her
everything
--
he
was
ordered
abroad
;
there
would
be
a
battle
next
week
--
she
knew
there
would
.
Dearest
George
parried
the
question
about
foreign
service
,
and
with
a
melancholy
shake
of
the
head
said
,
"
No
,
Emmy
;
it
is
n't
that
:
it
's
not
myself
I
care
about
:
it
's
you
.
I
have
had
bad
news
from
my
father
.
