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The
draft
was
upon
our
friends
Hulker
and
Bullock
of
Lombard
Street
,
to
whose
house
,
still
thinking
he
was
doing
business
,
George
bent
his
way
,
and
from
whom
he
received
his
money
.
Frederick
Bullock
,
Esq.
,
whose
yellow
face
was
over
a
ledger
,
at
which
sate
a
demure
clerk
,
happened
to
be
in
the
banking-room
when
George
entered
.
His
yellow
face
turned
to
a
more
deadly
colour
when
he
saw
the
Captain
,
and
he
slunk
back
guiltily
into
the
inmost
parlour
.
George
was
too
busy
gloating
over
the
money
(
for
he
had
never
had
such
a
sum
before
)
,
to
mark
the
countenance
or
flight
of
the
cadaverous
suitor
of
his
sister
.
Fred
Bullock
told
old
Osborne
of
his
son
's
appearance
and
conduct
.
"
He
came
in
as
bold
as
brass
,
"
said
Frederick
.
"
He
has
drawn
out
every
shilling
.
How
long
will
a
few
hundred
pounds
last
such
a
chap
as
that
?
"
Osborne
swore
with
a
great
oath
that
he
little
cared
when
or
how
soon
he
spent
it
.
Fred
dined
every
day
in
Russell
Square
now
.
But
altogether
,
George
was
highly
pleased
with
his
day
's
business
.
All
his
own
baggage
and
outfit
was
put
into
a
state
of
speedy
preparation
,
and
he
paid
Amelia
's
purchases
with
cheques
on
his
agents
,
and
with
the
splendour
of
a
lord
.
When
Jos
's
fine
carriage
drove
up
to
the
inn
door
at
Chatham
,
the
first
face
which
Amelia
recognized
was
the
friendly
countenance
of
Captain
Dobbin
,
who
had
been
pacing
the
street
for
an
hour
past
in
expectation
of
his
friends
'
arrival
.
The
Captain
,
with
shells
on
his
frockcoat
,
and
a
crimson
sash
and
sabre
,
presented
a
military
appearance
,
which
made
Jos
quite
proud
to
be
able
to
claim
such
an
acquaintance
,
and
the
stout
civilian
hailed
him
with
a
cordiality
very
different
from
the
reception
which
Jos
vouchsafed
to
his
friend
in
Brighton
and
Bond
Street
.
Along
with
the
Captain
was
Ensign
Stubble
;
who
,
as
the
barouche
neared
the
inn
,
burst
out
with
an
exclamation
of
"
By
Jove
!
what
a
pretty
girl
"
;
highly
applauding
Osborne
's
choice
.
Indeed
,
Amelia
dressed
in
her
wedding-pelisse
and
pink
ribbons
,
with
a
flush
in
her
face
,
occasioned
by
rapid
travel
through
the
open
air
,
looked
so
fresh
and
pretty
,
as
fully
to
justify
the
Ensign
's
compliment
.
Dobbin
liked
him
for
making
it
.
As
he
stepped
forward
to
help
the
lady
out
of
the
carriage
,
Stubble
saw
what
a
pretty
little
hand
she
gave
him
,
and
what
a
sweet
pretty
little
foot
came
tripping
down
the
step
.
He
blushed
profusely
,
and
made
the
very
best
bow
of
which
he
was
capable
;
to
which
Amelia
,
seeing
the
number
of
the
the
regiment
embroidered
on
the
Ensign
's
cap
,
replied
with
a
blushing
smile
,
and
a
curtsey
on
her
part
;
which
finished
the
young
Ensign
on
the
spot
.
Dobbin
took
most
kindly
to
Mr.
Stubble
from
that
day
,
and
encouraged
him
to
talk
about
Amelia
in
their
private
walks
,
and
at
each
other
's
quarters
.
It
became
the
fashion
,
indeed
,
among
all
the
honest
young
fellows
of
the
--
th
to
adore
and
admire
Mrs.
Osborne
.
Her
simple
artless
behaviour
,
and
modest
kindness
of
demeanour
,
won
all
their
unsophisticated
hearts
;
all
which
simplicity
and
sweetness
are
quite
impossible
to
describe
in
print
.
But
who
has
not
beheld
these
among
women
,
and
recognised
the
presence
of
all
sorts
of
qualities
in
them
,
even
though
they
say
no
more
to
you
than
that
they
are
engaged
to
dance
the
next
quadrille
,
or
that
it
is
very
hot
weather
?
George
,
always
the
champion
of
his
regiment
,
rose
immensely
in
the
opinion
of
the
youth
of
the
corps
,
by
his
gallantry
in
marrying
this
portionless
young
creature
,
and
by
his
choice
of
such
a
pretty
kind
partner
.
In
the
sitting-room
which
was
awaiting
the
travellers
,
Amelia
,
to
her
surprise
,
found
a
letter
addressed
to
Mrs.
Captain
Osborne
.
It
was
a
triangular
billet
,
on
pink
paper
,
and
sealed
with
a
dove
and
an
olive
branch
,
and
a
profusion
of
light
blue
sealing
wax
,
and
it
was
written
in
a
very
large
,
though
undecided
female
hand
.
"
It
's
Peggy
O'Dowd
's
fist
,
"
said
George
,
laughing
.
"
I
know
it
by
the
kisses
on
the
seal
.
"
And
in
fact
,
it
was
a
note
from
Mrs.
Major
O'Dowd
,
requesting
the
pleasure
of
Mrs.
Osborne
's
company
that
very
evening
to
a
small
friendly
party
.
"
You
must
go
,
"
George
said
.
"
You
will
make
acquaintance
with
the
regiment
there
.
O'Dowd
goes
in
command
of
the
regiment
,
and
Peggy
goes
in
command
.
"
But
they
had
not
been
for
many
minutes
in
the
enjoyment
of
Mrs.
O'Dowd
's
letter
,
when
the
door
was
flung
open
,
and
a
stout
jolly
lady
,
in
a
riding-habit
,
followed
by
a
couple
of
officers
of
Ours
,
entered
the
room
.
"
Sure
,
I
could
n't
stop
till
tay-time
.
Present
me
,
Garge
,
my
dear
fellow
,
to
your
lady
.
Madam
,
I
'm
deloighted
to
see
ye
;
and
to
present
to
you
me
husband
,
Meejor
O'Dowd
"
;
and
with
this
,
the
jolly
lady
in
the
riding-habit
grasped
Amelia
's
hand
very
warmly
,
and
the
latter
knew
at
once
that
the
lady
was
before
her
whom
her
husband
had
so
often
laughed
at
.
"
You
've
often
heard
of
me
from
that
husband
of
yours
,
"
said
the
lady
,
with
great
vivacity
.
