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Captain
Osborne
was
a
great
lover
of
the
drama
,
and
had
himself
performed
high-comedy
characters
with
great
distinction
in
several
garrison
theatrical
entertainments
.
Jos
slept
on
until
long
after
dark
,
when
he
woke
up
with
a
start
at
the
motions
of
his
servant
,
who
was
removing
and
emptying
the
decanters
on
the
table
;
and
the
hackney-coach
stand
was
again
put
into
requisition
for
a
carriage
to
convey
this
stout
hero
to
his
lodgings
and
bed
.
Mrs.
Sedley
,
you
may
be
sure
,
clasped
her
daughter
to
her
heart
with
all
maternal
eagerness
and
affection
,
running
out
of
the
door
as
the
carriage
drew
up
before
the
little
garden-gate
,
to
welcome
the
weeping
,
trembling
,
young
bride
.
Old
Mr.
Clapp
,
who
was
in
his
shirt-sleeves
,
trimming
the
garden-plot
,
shrank
back
alarmed
.
The
Irish
servant-lass
rushed
up
from
the
kitchen
and
smiled
a
"
God
bless
you
.
"
Amelia
could
hardly
walk
along
the
flags
and
up
the
steps
into
the
parlour
.
How
the
floodgates
were
opened
,
and
mother
and
daughter
wept
,
when
they
were
together
embracing
each
other
in
this
sanctuary
,
may
readily
be
imagined
by
every
reader
who
possesses
the
least
sentimental
turn
.
When
do
n't
ladies
weep
?
At
what
occasion
of
joy
,
sorrow
,
or
other
business
of
life
,
and
,
after
such
an
event
as
a
marriage
,
mother
and
daughter
were
surely
at
liberty
to
give
way
to
a
sensibility
which
is
as
tender
as
it
is
refreshing
.
About
a
question
of
marriage
I
have
seen
women
who
hate
each
other
kiss
and
cry
together
quite
fondly
.
How
much
more
do
they
feel
when
they
love
!
Good
mothers
are
married
over
again
at
their
daughters
'
weddings
:
and
as
for
subsequent
events
,
who
does
not
know
how
ultra-maternal
grandmothers
are
?
--
in
fact
a
woman
,
until
she
is
a
grandmother
,
does
not
often
really
know
what
to
be
a
mother
is
.
Let
us
respect
Amelia
and
her
mamma
whispering
and
whimpering
and
laughing
and
crying
in
the
parlour
and
the
twilight
.
Old
Mr.
Sedley
did
.
HE
had
not
divined
who
was
in
the
carriage
when
it
drove
up
.
He
had
not
flown
out
to
meet
his
daughter
,
though
he
kissed
her
very
warmly
when
she
entered
the
room
(
where
he
was
occupied
,
as
usual
,
with
his
papers
and
tapes
and
statements
of
accounts
)
,
and
after
sitting
with
the
mother
and
daughter
for
a
short
time
,
he
very
wisely
left
the
little
apartment
in
their
possession
.
George
's
valet
was
looking
on
in
a
very
supercilious
manner
at
Mr.
Clapp
in
his
shirt-sleeves
,
watering
his
rose-bushes
.
He
took
off
his
hat
,
however
,
with
much
condescension
to
Mr.
Sedley
,
who
asked
news
about
his
son-in-law
,
and
about
Jos
's
carriage
,
and
whether
his
horses
had
been
down
to
Brighton
,
and
about
that
infernal
traitor
Bonaparty
,
and
the
war
;
until
the
Irish
maid-servant
came
with
a
plate
and
a
bottle
of
wine
,
from
which
the
old
gentleman
insisted
upon
helping
the
valet
.
He
gave
him
a
half-guinea
too
,
which
the
servant
pocketed
with
a
mixture
of
wonder
and
contempt
.
"
To
the
health
of
your
master
and
mistress
,
Trotter
,
"
Mr.
Sedley
said
,
"
and
here
's
something
to
drink
your
health
when
you
get
home
,
Trotter
.
"
There
were
but
nine
days
past
since
Amelia
had
left
that
little
cottage
and
home
--
and
yet
how
far
off
the
time
seemed
since
she
had
bidden
it
farewell
.
What
a
gulf
lay
between
her
and
that
past
life
.
She
could
look
back
to
it
from
her
present
standing-place
,
and
contemplate
,
almost
as
another
being
,
the
young
unmarried
girl
absorbed
in
her
love
,
having
no
eyes
but
for
one
special
object
,
receiving
parental
affection
if
not
ungratefully
,
at
least
indifferently
,
and
as
if
it
were
her
due
--
her
whole
heart
and
thoughts
bent
on
the
accomplishment
of
one
desire
.
The
review
of
those
days
,
so
lately
gone
yet
so
far
away
,
touched
her
with
shame
;
and
the
aspect
of
the
kind
parents
filled
her
with
tender
remorse
.
Was
the
prize
gained
--
the
heaven
of
life
--
and
the
winner
still
doubtful
and
unsatisfied
?
As
his
hero
and
heroine
pass
the
matrimonial
barrier
,
the
novelist
generally
drops
the
curtain
,
as
if
the
drama
were
over
then
:
the
doubts
and
struggles
of
life
ended
:
as
if
,
once
landed
in
the
marriage
country
,
all
were
green
and
pleasant
there
:
and
wife
and
husband
had
nothing
to
do
but
to
link
each
other
's
arms
together
,
and
wander
gently
downwards
towards
old
age
in
happy
and
perfect
fruition
.
But
our
little
Amelia
was
just
on
the
bank
of
her
new
country
,
and
was
already
looking
anxiously
back
towards
the
sad
friendly
figures
waving
farewell
to
her
across
the
stream
,
from
the
other
distant
shore
.
In
honour
of
the
young
bride
's
arrival
,
her
mother
thought
it
necessary
to
prepare
I
do
n't
know
what
festive
entertainment
,
and
after
the
first
ebullition
of
talk
,
took
leave
of
Mrs.
George
Osborne
for
a
while
,
and
dived
down
to
the
lower
regions
of
the
house
to
a
sort
of
kitchen-parlour
(
occupied
by
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Clapp
,
and
in
the
evening
,
when
her
dishes
were
washed
and
her
curl-papers
removed
,
by
Miss
Flannigan
,
the
Irish
servant
)
,
there
to
take
measures
for
the
preparing
of
a
magnificent
ornamented
tea
.
All
people
have
their
ways
of
expressing
kindness
,
and
it
seemed
to
Mrs.
Sedley
that
a
muffin
and
a
quantity
of
orange
marmalade
spread
out
in
a
little
cut-glass
saucer
would
be
peculiarly
agreeable
refreshments
to
Amelia
in
her
most
interesting
situation
.
While
these
delicacies
were
being
transacted
below
,
Amelia
,
leaving
the
drawing-room
,
walked
upstairs
and
found
herself
,
she
scarce
knew
how
,
in
the
little
room
which
she
had
occupied
before
her
marriage
,
and
in
that
very
chair
in
which
she
had
passed
so
many
bitter
hours
.
She
sank
back
in
its
arms
as
if
it
were
an
old
friend
;
and
fell
to
thinking
over
the
past
week
,
and
the
life
beyond
it
.
Already
to
be
looking
sadly
and
vaguely
back
:
always
to
be
pining
for
something
which
,
when
obtained
,
brought
doubt
and
sadness
rather
than
pleasure
;
here
was
the
lot
of
our
poor
little
creature
and
harmless
lost
wanderer
in
the
great
struggling
crowds
of
Vanity
Fair
.
Here
she
sate
,
and
recalled
to
herself
fondly
that
image
of
George
to
which
she
had
knelt
before
marriage
.
