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"
Wife
,
just
married
,
dev
'
lish
pretty
woman
,
I
hear
,
"
the
old
Earl
said
.
"
Well
,
my
dear
Blanche
,
"
said
the
mother
,
"
I
suppose
,
as
Papa
wants
to
go
,
we
must
go
;
but
we
need
n't
know
them
in
England
,
you
know
.
"
And
so
,
determined
to
cut
their
new
acquaintance
in
Bond
Street
,
these
great
folks
went
to
eat
his
dinner
at
Brussels
,
and
condescending
to
make
him
pay
for
their
pleasure
,
showed
their
dignity
by
making
his
wife
uncomfortable
,
and
carefully
excluding
her
from
the
conversation
.
This
is
a
species
of
dignity
in
which
the
high-bred
British
female
reigns
supreme
.
To
watch
the
behaviour
of
a
fine
lady
to
other
and
humbler
women
,
is
a
very
good
sport
for
a
philosophical
frequenter
of
Vanity
Fair
.
This
festival
,
on
which
honest
George
spent
a
great
deal
of
money
,
was
the
very
dismallest
of
all
the
entertainments
which
Amelia
had
in
her
honeymoon
.
She
wrote
the
most
piteous
accounts
of
the
feast
home
to
her
mamma
:
how
the
Countess
of
Bareacres
would
not
answer
when
spoken
to
;
how
Lady
Blanche
stared
at
her
with
her
eye-glass
;
and
what
a
rage
Captain
Dobbin
was
in
at
their
behaviour
;
and
how
my
lord
,
as
they
came
away
from
the
feast
,
asked
to
see
the
bill
,
and
pronounced
it
a
d
--
--
bad
dinner
,
and
d
--
--
dear
.
But
though
Amelia
told
all
these
stories
,
and
wrote
home
regarding
her
guests
'
rudeness
,
and
her
own
discomfiture
,
old
Mrs.
Sedley
was
mightily
pleased
nevertheless
,
and
talked
about
Emmy
's
friend
,
the
Countess
of
Bareacres
,
with
such
assiduity
that
the
news
how
his
son
was
entertaining
peers
and
peeresses
actually
came
to
Osborne
's
ears
in
the
City
.
Those
who
know
the
present
Lieutenant-General
Sir
George
Tufto
,
K.C.B.
,
and
have
seen
him
,
as
they
may
on
most
days
in
the
season
,
padded
and
in
stays
,
strutting
down
Pall
Mall
with
a
rickety
swagger
on
his
high-heeled
lacquered
boots
,
leering
under
the
bonnets
of
passers-by
,
or
riding
a
showy
chestnut
,
and
ogling
broughams
in
the
Parks
--
those
who
know
the
present
Sir
George
Tufto
would
hardly
recognise
the
daring
Peninsular
and
Waterloo
officer
.
He
has
thick
curling
brown
hair
and
black
eyebrows
now
,
and
his
whiskers
are
of
the
deepest
purple
.
He
was
light-haired
and
bald
in
1815
,
and
stouter
in
the
person
and
in
the
limbs
,
which
especially
have
shrunk
very
much
of
late
.
When
he
was
about
seventy
years
of
age
(
he
is
now
nearly
eighty
)
,
his
hair
,
which
was
very
scarce
and
quite
white
,
suddenly
grew
thick
,
and
brown
,
and
curly
,
and
his
whiskers
and
eyebrows
took
their
present
colour
.
Ill-natured
people
say
that
his
chest
is
all
wool
,
and
that
his
hair
,
because
it
never
grows
,
is
a
wig
.
Tom
Tufto
,
with
whose
father
he
quarrelled
ever
so
many
years
ago
,
declares
that
Mademoiselle
de
Jaisey
,
of
the
French
theatre
,
pulled
his
grandpapa
's
hair
off
in
the
green-room
;
but
Tom
is
notoriously
spiteful
and
jealous
;
and
the
General
's
wig
has
nothing
to
do
with
our
story
.
One
day
,
as
some
of
our
friends
of
the
--
th
were
sauntering
in
the
flower-market
of
Brussels
,
having
been
to
see
the
Hotel
de
Ville
,
which
Mrs.
Major
O'Dowd
declared
was
not
near
so
large
or
handsome
as
her
fawther
's
mansion
of
Glenmalony
,
an
officer
of
rank
,
with
an
orderly
behind
him
,
rode
up
to
the
market
,
and
descending
from
his
horse
,
came
amongst
the
flowers
,
and
selected
the
very
finest
bouquet
which
money
could
buy
.
The
beautiful
bundle
being
tied
up
in
a
paper
,
the
officer
remounted
,
giving
the
nosegay
into
the
charge
of
his
military
groom
,
who
carried
it
with
a
grin
,
following
his
chief
,
who
rode
away
in
great
state
and
self-satisfaction
.
"
You
should
see
the
flowers
at
Glenmalony
,
"
Mrs.
O'Dowd
was
remarking
.
"
Me
fawther
has
three
Scotch
garners
with
nine
helpers
.
We
have
an
acre
of
hot-houses
,
and
pines
as
common
as
pays
in
the
sayson
.
Our
greeps
weighs
six
pounds
every
bunch
of
'em
,
and
upon
me
honour
and
conscience
I
think
our
magnolias
is
as
big
as
taykettles
.
"
Dobbin
,
who
never
used
to
"
draw
out
"
Mrs.
O'Dowd
as
that
wicked
Osborne
delighted
in
doing
(
much
to
Amelia
's
terror
,
who
implored
him
to
spare
her
)
,
fell
back
in
the
crowd
,
crowing
and
sputtering
until
he
reached
a
safe
distance
,
when
he
exploded
amongst
the
astonished
market-people
with
shrieks
of
yelling
laughter
.
