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Did
she
own
to
herself
how
different
the
real
man
was
from
that
superb
young
hero
whom
she
had
worshipped
?
It
requires
many
,
many
years
--
and
a
man
must
be
very
bad
indeed
--
before
a
woman
's
pride
and
vanity
will
let
her
own
to
such
a
confession
.
Then
Rebecca
's
twinkling
green
eyes
and
baleful
smile
lighted
upon
her
,
and
filled
her
with
dismay
.
And
so
she
sate
for
awhile
indulging
in
her
usual
mood
of
selfish
brooding
,
in
that
very
listless
melancholy
attitude
in
which
the
honest
maid-servant
had
found
her
,
on
the
day
when
she
brought
up
the
letter
in
which
George
renewed
his
offer
of
marriage
.
She
looked
at
the
little
white
bed
,
which
had
been
hers
a
few
days
before
,
and
thought
she
would
like
to
sleep
in
it
that
night
,
and
wake
,
as
formerly
,
with
her
mother
smiling
over
her
in
the
morning
:
Then
she
thought
with
terror
of
the
great
funereal
damask
pavilion
in
the
vast
and
dingy
state
bedroom
,
which
was
awaiting
her
at
the
grand
hotel
in
Cavendish
Square
.
Dear
little
white
bed
!
how
many
a
long
night
had
she
wept
on
its
pillow
!
How
she
had
despaired
and
hoped
to
die
there
;
and
now
were
not
all
her
wishes
accomplished
,
and
the
lover
of
whom
she
had
despaired
her
own
for
ever
?
Kind
mother
!
how
patiently
and
tenderly
she
had
watched
round
that
bed
!
She
went
and
knelt
down
by
the
bedside
;
and
there
this
wounded
and
timorous
,
but
gentle
and
loving
soul
,
sought
for
consolation
,
where
as
yet
,
it
must
be
owned
,
our
little
girl
had
but
seldom
looked
for
it
.
Love
had
been
her
faith
hitherto
;
and
the
sad
,
bleeding
disappointed
heart
began
to
feel
the
want
of
another
consoler
.
Have
we
a
right
to
repeat
or
to
overhear
her
prayers
?
These
,
brother
,
are
secrets
,
and
out
of
the
domain
of
Vanity
Fair
,
in
which
our
story
lies
.
But
this
may
be
said
,
that
when
the
tea
was
finally
announced
,
our
young
lady
came
downstairs
a
great
deal
more
cheerful
;
that
she
did
not
despond
,
or
deplore
her
fate
,
or
think
about
George
's
coldness
,
or
Rebecca
's
eyes
,
as
she
had
been
wont
to
do
of
late
.
She
went
downstairs
,
and
kissed
her
father
and
mother
,
and
talked
to
the
old
gentleman
,
and
made
him
more
merry
than
he
had
been
for
many
a
day
.
She
sate
down
at
the
piano
which
Dobbin
had
bought
for
her
,
and
sang
over
all
her
father
's
favourite
old
songs
.
She
pronounced
the
tea
to
be
excellent
,
and
praised
the
exquisite
taste
in
which
the
marmalade
was
arranged
in
the
saucers
.
And
in
determining
to
make
everybody
else
happy
,
she
found
herself
so
;
and
was
sound
asleep
in
the
great
funereal
pavilion
,
and
only
woke
up
with
a
smile
when
George
arrived
from
the
theatre
.
For
the
next
day
,
George
had
more
important
"
business
"
to
transact
than
that
which
took
him
to
see
Mr.
Kean
in
Shylock
.
Immediately
on
his
arrival
in
London
he
had
written
off
to
his
father
's
solicitors
,
signifying
his
royal
pleasure
that
an
interview
should
take
place
between
them
on
the
morrow
.
His
hotel
bill
,
losses
at
billiards
and
cards
to
Captain
Crawley
had
almost
drained
the
young
man
's
purse
,
which
wanted
replenishing
before
he
set
out
on
his
travels
,
and
he
had
no
resource
but
to
infringe
upon
the
two
thousand
pounds
which
the
attorneys
were
commissioned
to
pay
over
to
him
.
He
had
a
perfect
belief
in
his
own
mind
that
his
father
would
relent
before
very
long
.
How
could
any
parent
be
obdurate
for
a
length
of
time
against
such
a
paragon
as
he
was
?
If
his
mere
past
and
personal
merits
did
not
succeed
in
mollifying
his
father
,
George
determined
that
he
would
distinguish
himself
so
prodigiously
in
the
ensuing
campaign
that
the
old
gentleman
must
give
in
to
him
.
And
if
not
?
Bah
!
the
world
was
before
him
.
His
luck
might
change
at
cards
,
and
there
was
a
deal
of
spending
in
two
thousand
pounds
.
So
he
sent
off
Amelia
once
more
in
a
carriage
to
her
mamma
,
with
strict
orders
and
carte
blanche
to
the
two
ladies
to
purchase
everything
requisite
for
a
lady
of
Mrs.
George
Osborne
's
fashion
,
who
was
going
on
a
foreign
tour
.
They
had
but
one
day
to
complete
the
outfit
,
and
it
may
be
imagined
that
their
business
therefore
occupied
them
pretty
fully
.
In
a
carriage
once
more
,
bustling
about
from
milliner
to
linen-draper
,
escorted
back
to
the
carriage
by
obsequious
shopmen
or
polite
owners
,
Mrs.
Sedley
was
herself
again
almost
,
and
sincerely
happy
for
the
first
time
since
their
misfortunes
.
Nor
was
Mrs.
Amelia
at
all
above
the
pleasure
of
shopping
,
and
bargaining
,
and
seeing
and
buying
pretty
things
.
(
Would
any
man
,
the
most
philosophic
,
give
twopence
for
a
woman
who
was
?
)
She
gave
herself
a
little
treat
,
obedient
to
her
husband
's
orders
,
and
purchased
a
quantity
of
lady
's
gear
,
showing
a
great
deal
of
taste
and
elegant
discernment
,
as
all
the
shopfolks
said
.
And
about
the
war
that
was
ensuing
,
Mrs.
Osborne
was
not
much
alarmed
;
Bonaparty
was
to
be
crushed
almost
without
a
struggle
.
Margate
packets
were
sailing
every
day
,
filled
with
men
of
fashion
and
ladies
of
note
,
on
their
way
to
Brussels
and
Ghent
.
People
were
going
not
so
much
to
a
war
as
to
a
fashionable
tour
.
The
newspapers
laughed
the
wretched
upstart
and
swindler
to
scorn
.
Such
a
Corsican
wretch
as
that
withstand
the
armies
of
Europe
and
the
genius
of
the
immortal
Wellington
!
Amelia
held
him
in
utter
contempt
;
for
it
needs
not
to
be
said
that
this
soft
and
gentle
creature
took
her
opinions
from
those
people
who
surrounded
her
,
such
fidelity
being
much
too
humble-minded
to
think
for
itself
.
Well
,
in
a
word
,
she
and
her
mother
performed
a
great
day
's
shopping
,
and
she
acquitted
herself
with
considerable
liveliness
and
credit
on
this
her
first
appearance
in
the
genteel
world
of
London
.
