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Rebecca
did
not
make
for
the
carriage
;
but
as
soon
as
she
perceived
her
old
acquaintance
Amelia
seated
in
it
,
acknowledged
her
presence
by
a
gracious
nod
and
smile
,
and
by
kissing
and
shaking
her
fingers
playfully
in
the
direction
of
the
vehicle
.
Then
she
resumed
her
conversation
with
General
Tufto
,
who
asked
"
who
the
fat
officer
was
in
the
gold-laced
cap
?
"
on
which
Becky
replied
,
"
that
he
was
an
officer
in
the
East
Indian
service
.
"
But
Rawdon
Crawley
rode
out
of
the
ranks
of
his
company
,
and
came
up
and
shook
hands
heartily
with
Amelia
,
and
said
to
Jos
,
"
Well
,
old
boy
,
how
are
you
?
"
and
stared
in
Mrs.
O'Dowd
's
face
and
at
the
black
cock
's
feathers
until
she
began
to
think
she
had
made
a
conquest
of
him
.
George
,
who
had
been
delayed
behind
,
rode
up
almost
immediately
with
Dobbin
,
and
they
touched
their
caps
to
the
august
personages
,
among
whom
Osborne
at
once
perceived
Mrs.
Crawley
.
He
was
delighted
to
see
Rawdon
leaning
over
his
carriage
familiarly
and
talking
to
Amelia
,
and
met
the
aide-de-camp
's
cordial
greeting
with
more
than
corresponding
warmth
.
The
nods
between
Rawdon
and
Dobbin
were
of
the
very
faintest
specimens
of
politeness
.
Crawley
told
George
where
they
were
stopping
with
General
Tufto
at
the
Hotel
du
Parc
,
and
George
made
his
friend
promise
to
come
speedily
to
Osborne
's
own
residence
.
"
Sorry
I
had
n't
seen
you
three
days
ago
,
"
George
said
.
"
Had
a
dinner
at
the
Restaurateur
's
--
rather
a
nice
thing
.
Lord
Bareacres
,
and
the
Countess
,
and
Lady
Blanche
,
were
good
enough
to
dine
with
us
--
wish
we
'd
had
you
.
"
Having
thus
let
his
friend
know
his
claims
to
be
a
man
of
fashion
,
Osborne
parted
from
Rawdon
,
who
followed
the
august
squadron
down
an
alley
into
which
they
cantered
,
while
George
and
Dobbin
resumed
their
places
,
one
on
each
side
of
Amelia
's
carriage
.
"
How
well
the
Juke
looked
,
"
Mrs.
O'Dowd
remarked
.
"
The
Wellesleys
and
Malonys
are
related
;
but
,
of
course
,
poor
I
would
never
dream
of
introjuicing
myself
unless
his
Grace
thought
proper
to
remember
our
family-tie
.
"
"
He
's
a
great
soldier
,
"
Jos
said
,
much
more
at
ease
now
the
great
man
was
gone
.
"
Was
there
ever
a
battle
won
like
Salamanca
?
Hey
,
Dobbin
?
But
where
was
it
he
learnt
his
art
?
In
India
,
my
boy
!
The
jungle
's
the
school
for
a
general
,
mark
me
that
.
I
knew
him
myself
,
too
,
Mrs.
O'Dowd
:
we
both
of
us
danced
the
same
evening
with
Miss
Cutler
,
daughter
of
Cutler
of
the
Artillery
,
and
a
devilish
fine
girl
,
at
Dumdum
.
"
The
apparition
of
the
great
personages
held
them
all
in
talk
during
the
drive
;
and
at
dinner
;
and
until
the
hour
came
when
they
were
all
to
go
to
the
Opera
.
It
was
almost
like
Old
England
.
The
house
was
filled
with
familiar
British
faces
,
and
those
toilettes
for
which
the
British
female
has
long
been
celebrated
.
Mrs.
O'Dowd
's
was
not
the
least
splendid
amongst
these
,
and
she
had
a
curl
on
her
forehead
,
and
a
set
of
Irish
diamonds
and
Cairngorms
,
which
outshone
all
the
decorations
in
the
house
,
in
her
notion
.
Her
presence
used
to
excruciate
Osborne
;
but
go
she
would
upon
all
parties
of
pleasure
on
which
she
heard
her
young
friends
were
bent
.
It
never
entered
into
her
thought
but
that
they
must
be
charmed
with
her
company
.
