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The
idea
of
comparing
the
market
at
Bruges
with
those
of
Dublin
,
although
she
had
suggested
it
herself
,
caused
immense
scorn
and
derision
on
her
part
.
"
I
'll
thank
ye
tell
me
what
they
mean
by
that
old
gazabo
on
the
top
of
the
market-place
,
"
said
she
,
in
a
burst
of
ridicule
fit
to
have
brought
the
old
tower
down
.
The
place
was
full
of
English
soldiery
as
they
passed
.
English
bugles
woke
them
in
the
morning
;
at
nightfall
they
went
to
bed
to
the
note
of
the
British
fife
and
drum
:
all
the
country
and
Europe
was
in
arms
,
and
the
greatest
event
of
history
pending
:
and
honest
Peggy
O'Dowd
,
whom
it
concerned
as
well
as
another
,
went
on
prattling
about
Ballinafad
,
and
the
horses
in
the
stables
at
Glenmalony
,
and
the
clar
'
t
drunk
there
;
and
Jos
Sedley
interposed
about
curry
and
rice
at
Dumdum
;
and
Amelia
thought
about
her
husband
,
and
how
best
she
should
show
her
love
for
him
;
as
if
these
were
the
great
topics
of
the
world
.
Those
who
like
to
lay
down
the
History-book
,
and
to
speculate
upon
what
MIGHT
have
happened
in
the
world
,
but
for
the
fatal
occurrence
of
what
actually
did
take
place
(
a
most
puzzling
,
amusing
,
ingenious
,
and
profitable
kind
of
meditation
)
,
have
no
doubt
often
thought
to
themselves
what
a
specially
bad
time
Napoleon
took
to
come
back
from
Elba
,
and
to
let
loose
his
eagle
from
Gulf
San
Juan
to
Notre
Dame
.
The
historians
on
our
side
tell
us
that
the
armies
of
the
allied
powers
were
all
providentially
on
a
war-footing
,
and
ready
to
bear
down
at
a
moment
's
notice
upon
the
Elban
Emperor
.
The
august
jobbers
assembled
at
Vienna
,
and
carving
out
the
kingdoms
of
Europe
according
to
their
wisdom
,
had
such
causes
of
quarrel
among
themselves
as
might
have
set
the
armies
which
had
overcome
Napoleon
to
fight
against
each
other
,
but
for
the
return
of
the
object
of
unanimous
hatred
and
fear
.
This
monarch
had
an
army
in
full
force
because
he
had
jobbed
to
himself
Poland
,
and
was
determined
to
keep
it
:
another
had
robbed
half
Saxony
,
and
was
bent
upon
maintaining
his
acquisition
:
Italy
was
the
object
of
a
third
's
solicitude
.
Each
was
protesting
against
the
rapacity
of
the
other
;
and
could
the
Corsican
but
have
waited
in
prison
until
all
these
parties
were
by
the
ears
,
he
might
have
returned
and
reigned
unmolested
.
But
what
would
have
become
of
our
story
and
all
our
friends
,
then
?
If
all
the
drops
in
it
were
dried
up
,
what
would
become
of
the
sea
?
In
the
meanwhile
the
business
of
life
and
living
,
and
the
pursuits
of
pleasure
,
especially
,
went
on
as
if
no
end
were
to
be
expected
to
them
,
and
no
enemy
in
front
.
When
our
travellers
arrived
at
Brussels
,
in
which
their
regiment
was
quartered
,
a
great
piece
of
good
fortune
,
as
all
said
,
they
found
themselves
in
one
of
the
gayest
and
most
brilliant
little
capitals
in
Europe
,
and
where
all
the
Vanity
Fair
booths
were
laid
out
with
the
most
tempting
liveliness
and
splendour
.
Gambling
was
here
in
profusion
,
and
dancing
in
plenty
:
feasting
was
there
to
fill
with
delight
that
great
gourmand
of
a
Jos
:
there
was
a
theatre
where
a
miraculous
Catalani
was
delighting
all
hearers
:
beautiful
rides
,
all
enlivened
with
martial
splendour
;
a
rare
old
city
,
with
strange
costumes
and
wonderful
architecture
,
to
delight
the
eyes
of
little
Amelia
,
who
had
never
before
seen
a
foreign
country
,
and
fill
her
with
charming
surprises
:
so
that
now
and
for
a
few
weeks
'
space
in
a
fine
handsome
lodging
,
whereof
the
expenses
were
borne
by
Jos
and
Osborne
,
who
was
flush
of
money
and
full
of
kind
attentions
to
his
wife
--
for
about
a
fortnight
,
I
say
,
during
which
her
honeymoon
ended
,
Mrs.
Amelia
was
as
pleased
and
happy
as
any
little
bride
out
of
England
.
Every
day
during
this
happy
time
there
was
novelty
and
amusement
for
all
parties
.
There
was
a
church
to
see
,
or
a
picture-gallery
--
there
was
a
ride
,
or
an
opera
.
The
bands
of
the
regiments
were
making
music
at
all
hours
.
The
greatest
folks
of
England
walked
in
the
Park
--
there
was
a
perpetual
military
festival
.
George
,
taking
out
his
wife
to
a
new
jaunt
or
junket
every
night
,
was
quite
pleased
with
himself
as
usual
,
and
swore
he
was
becoming
quite
a
domestic
character
.
And
a
jaunt
or
a
junket
with
HIM
!
Was
it
not
enough
to
set
this
little
heart
beating
with
joy
?
Her
letters
home
to
her
mother
were
filled
with
delight
and
gratitude
at
this
season
.
Her
husband
bade
her
buy
laces
,
millinery
,
jewels
,
and
gimcracks
of
all
sorts
.
Oh
,
he
was
the
kindest
,
best
,
and
most
generous
of
men
!
The
sight
of
the
very
great
company
of
lords
and
ladies
and
fashionable
persons
who
thronged
the
town
,
and
appeared
in
every
public
place
,
filled
George
's
truly
British
soul
with
intense
delight
.
They
flung
off
that
happy
frigidity
and
insolence
of
demeanour
which
occasionally
characterises
the
great
at
home
,
and
appearing
in
numberless
public
places
,
condescended
to
mingle
with
the
rest
of
the
company
whom
they
met
there
.
One
night
at
a
party
given
by
the
general
of
the
division
to
which
George
's
regiment
belonged
,
he
had
the
honour
of
dancing
with
Lady
Blanche
Thistlewood
,
Lord
Bareacres
'
daughter
;
he
bustled
for
ices
and
refreshments
for
the
two
noble
ladies
;
he
pushed
and
squeezed
for
Lady
Bareacres
'
carriage
;
he
bragged
about
the
Countess
when
he
got
home
,
in
a
way
which
his
own
father
could
not
have
surpassed
.
He
called
upon
the
ladies
the
next
day
;
he
rode
by
their
side
in
the
Park
;
he
asked
their
party
to
a
great
dinner
at
a
restaurateur
's
,
and
was
quite
wild
with
exultation
when
they
agreed
to
come
.
Old
Bareacres
,
who
had
not
much
pride
and
a
large
appetite
,
would
go
for
a
dinner
anywhere
.
"
I
hope
there
will
be
no
women
besides
our
own
party
,
"
Lady
Bareacres
said
,
after
reflecting
upon
the
invitation
which
had
been
made
,
and
accepted
with
too
much
precipitancy
.
"
Gracious
Heaven
,
Mamma
--
you
do
n't
suppose
the
man
would
bring
his
wife
,
"
shrieked
Lady
Blanche
,
who
had
been
languishing
in
George
's
arms
in
the
newly
imported
waltz
for
hours
the
night
before
.
"
The
men
are
bearable
,
but
their
women
--
"
