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The
regiment
indeed
adopted
her
with
acclamation
.
The
Captains
approved
,
the
Lieutenants
applauded
,
the
Ensigns
admired
.
Old
Cutler
,
the
Doctor
,
made
one
or
two
jokes
,
which
,
being
professional
,
need
not
be
repeated
;
and
Cackle
,
the
Assistant
M.D.
of
Edinburgh
,
condescended
to
examine
her
upon
leeterature
,
and
tried
her
with
his
three
best
French
quotations
.
Young
Stubble
went
about
from
man
to
man
whispering
,
"
Jove
,
is
n't
she
a
pretty
gal
?
"
and
never
took
his
eyes
off
her
except
when
the
negus
came
in
.
As
for
Captain
Dobbin
,
he
never
so
much
as
spoke
to
her
during
the
whole
evening
.
But
he
and
Captain
Porter
of
the
150th
took
home
Jos
to
the
hotel
,
who
was
in
a
very
maudlin
state
,
and
had
told
his
tiger-hunt
story
with
great
effect
,
both
at
the
mess-table
and
at
the
soiree
,
to
Mrs.
O'Dowd
in
her
turban
and
bird
of
paradise
.
Having
put
the
Collector
into
the
hands
of
his
servant
,
Dobbin
loitered
about
,
smoking
his
cigar
before
the
inn
door
George
had
meanwhile
very
carefully
shawled
his
wife
,
and
brought
her
away
from
Mrs.
O'Dowd
's
after
a
general
handshaking
from
the
young
officers
,
who
accompanied
her
to
the
fly
,
and
cheered
that
vehicle
as
it
drove
off
.
So
Amelia
gave
Dobbin
her
little
hand
as
she
got
out
of
the
carriage
,
and
rebuked
him
smilingly
for
not
having
taken
any
notice
of
her
all
night
.
The
Captain
continued
that
deleterious
amusement
of
smoking
,
long
after
the
inn
and
the
street
were
gone
to
bed
.
He
watched
the
lights
vanish
from
George
's
sitting-room
windows
,
and
shine
out
in
the
bedroom
close
at
hand
.
It
was
almost
morning
when
he
returned
to
his
own
quarters
.
He
could
hear
the
cheering
from
the
ships
in
the
river
,
where
the
transports
were
already
taking
in
their
cargoes
preparatory
to
dropping
down
the
Thames
.
The
regiment
with
its
officers
was
to
be
transported
in
ships
provided
by
His
Majesty
's
government
for
the
occasion
:
and
in
two
days
after
the
festive
assembly
at
Mrs.
O'Dowd
's
apartments
,
in
the
midst
of
cheering
from
all
the
East
India
ships
in
the
river
,
and
the
military
on
shore
,
the
band
playing
"
God
Save
the
King
,
"
the
officers
waving
their
hats
,
and
the
crews
hurrahing
gallantly
,
the
transports
went
down
the
river
and
proceeded
under
convoy
to
Ostend
.
Meanwhile
the
gallant
Jos
had
agreed
to
escort
his
sister
and
the
Major
's
wife
,
the
bulk
of
whose
goods
and
chattels
,
including
the
famous
bird
of
paradise
and
turban
,
were
with
the
regimental
baggage
:
so
that
our
two
heroines
drove
pretty
much
unencumbered
to
Ramsgate
,
where
there
were
plenty
of
packets
plying
,
in
one
of
which
they
had
a
speedy
passage
to
Ostend
.
That
period
of
Jos
's
life
which
now
ensued
was
so
full
of
incident
,
that
it
served
him
for
conversation
for
many
years
after
,
and
even
the
tiger-hunt
story
was
put
aside
for
more
stirring
narratives
which
he
had
to
tell
about
the
great
campaign
of
Waterloo
.
As
soon
as
he
had
agreed
to
escort
his
sister
abroad
,
it
was
remarked
that
he
ceased
shaving
his
upper
lip
.
At
Chatham
he
followed
the
parades
and
drills
with
great
assiduity
.
He
listened
with
the
utmost
attention
to
the
conversation
of
his
brother
officers
(
as
he
called
them
in
after
days
sometimes
)
,
and
learned
as
many
military
names
as
he
could
.
In
these
studies
the
excellent
Mrs.
O'Dowd
was
of
great
assistance
to
him
;
and
on
the
day
finally
when
they
embarked
on
board
the
Lovely
Rose
,
which
was
to
carry
them
to
their
destination
,
he
made
his
appearance
in
a
braided
frock-coat
and
duck
trousers
,
with
a
foraging
cap
ornamented
with
a
smart
gold
band
.
Having
his
carriage
with
him
,
and
informing
everybody
on
board
confidentially
that
he
was
going
to
join
the
Duke
of
Wellington
's
army
,
folks
mistook
him
for
a
great
personage
,
a
commissary-general
,
or
a
government
courier
at
the
very
least
.
He
suffered
hugely
on
the
voyage
,
during
which
the
ladies
were
likewise
prostrate
;
but
Amelia
was
brought
to
life
again
as
the
packet
made
Ostend
,
by
the
sight
of
the
transports
conveying
her
regiment
,
which
entered
the
harbour
almost
at
the
same
time
with
the
Lovely
Rose
.
Jos
went
in
a
collapsed
state
to
an
inn
,
while
Captain
Dobbin
escorted
the
ladies
,
and
then
busied
himself
in
freeing
Jos
's
carriage
and
luggage
from
the
ship
and
the
custom-house
,
for
Mr.
Jos
was
at
present
without
a
servant
,
Osborne
's
man
and
his
own
pampered
menial
having
conspired
together
at
Chatham
,
and
refused
point-blank
to
cross
the
water
.
This
revolt
,
which
came
very
suddenly
,
and
on
the
last
day
,
so
alarmed
Mr.
Sedley
,
junior
,
that
he
was
on
the
point
of
giving
up
the
expedition
,
but
Captain
Dobbin
(
who
made
himself
immensely
officious
in
the
business
,
Jos
said
)
,
rated
him
and
laughed
at
him
soundly
:
the
mustachios
were
grown
in
advance
,
and
Jos
finally
was
persuaded
to
embark
.
In
place
of
the
well-bred
and
well-fed
London
domestics
,
who
could
only
speak
English
,
Dobbin
procured
for
Jos
's
party
a
swarthy
little
Belgian
servant
who
could
speak
no
language
at
all
;
but
who
,
by
his
bustling
behaviour
,
and
by
invariably
addressing
Mr.
Sedley
as
"
My
lord
,
"
speedily
acquired
that
gentleman
's
favour
.
Times
are
altered
at
Ostend
now
;
of
the
Britons
who
go
thither
,
very
few
look
like
lords
,
or
act
like
those
members
of
our
hereditary
aristocracy
.
They
seem
for
the
most
part
shabby
in
attire
,
dingy
of
linen
,
lovers
of
billiards
and
brandy
,
and
cigars
and
greasy
ordinaries
.
But
it
may
be
said
as
a
rule
,
that
every
Englishman
in
the
Duke
of
Wellington
's
army
paid
his
way
.
The
remembrance
of
such
a
fact
surely
becomes
a
nation
of
shopkeepers
.
It
was
a
blessing
for
a
commerce-loving
country
to
be
overrun
by
such
an
army
of
customers
:
and
to
have
such
creditable
warriors
to
feed
.
And
the
country
which
they
came
to
protect
is
not
military
.
For
a
long
period
of
history
they
have
let
other
people
fight
there
.
When
the
present
writer
went
to
survey
with
eagle
glance
the
field
of
Waterloo
,
we
asked
the
conductor
of
the
diligence
,
a
portly
warlike-looking
veteran
,
whether
he
had
been
at
the
battle
.
"
Pas
si
bête
"
--
such
an
answer
and
sentiment
as
no
Frenchman
would
own
to
--
was
his
reply
.
But
,
on
the
other
hand
,
the
postilion
who
drove
us
was
a
Viscount
,
a
son
of
some
bankrupt
Imperial
General
,
who
accepted
a
pennyworth
of
beer
on
the
road
.
The
moral
is
surely
a
good
one
.
