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His
wife
saw
the
one
part
at
least
of
the
bouquet-scene
.
It
was
quite
natural
that
George
should
come
at
Rebecca
's
request
to
get
her
her
scarf
and
flowers
:
it
was
no
more
than
he
had
done
twenty
times
before
in
the
course
of
the
last
few
days
;
but
now
it
was
too
much
for
her
.
"
William
,
"
she
said
,
suddenly
clinging
to
Dobbin
,
who
was
near
her
,
"
you
've
always
been
very
kind
to
me
--
I
'm
--
I
'm
not
well
.
Take
me
home
.
"
She
did
not
know
she
called
him
by
his
Christian
name
,
as
George
was
accustomed
to
do
.
He
went
away
with
her
quickly
.
Her
lodgings
were
hard
by
;
and
they
threaded
through
the
crowd
without
,
where
everything
seemed
to
be
more
astir
than
even
in
the
ball-room
within
.
George
had
been
angry
twice
or
thrice
at
finding
his
wife
up
on
his
return
from
the
parties
which
he
frequented
:
so
she
went
straight
to
bed
now
;
but
although
she
did
not
sleep
,
and
although
the
din
and
clatter
,
and
the
galloping
of
horsemen
were
incessant
,
she
never
heard
any
of
these
noises
,
having
quite
other
disturbances
to
keep
her
awake
.
Osborne
meanwhile
,
wild
with
elation
,
went
off
to
a
play-table
,
and
began
to
bet
frantically
.
He
won
repeatedly
.
"
Everything
succeeds
with
me
to-night
,
"
he
said
.
But
his
luck
at
play
even
did
not
cure
him
of
his
restlessness
,
and
he
started
up
after
awhile
,
pocketing
his
winnings
,
and
went
to
a
buffet
,
where
he
drank
off
many
bumpers
of
wine
.
Here
,
as
he
was
rattling
away
to
the
people
around
,
laughing
loudly
and
wild
with
spirits
,
Dobbin
found
him
.
He
had
been
to
the
card-tables
to
look
there
for
his
friend
.
Dobbin
looked
as
pale
and
grave
as
his
comrade
was
flushed
and
jovial
.
"
Hullo
,
Dob
!
Come
and
drink
,
old
Dob
!
The
Duke
's
wine
is
famous
.
Give
me
some
more
,
you
sir
"
;
and
he
held
out
a
trembling
glass
for
the
liquor
.
"
Come
out
,
George
,
"
said
Dobbin
,
still
gravely
;
"
do
n't
drink
.
"
"
Drink
!
there
's
nothing
like
it
.
Drink
yourself
,
and
light
up
your
lantern
jaws
,
old
boy
.
Here
's
to
you
.
"
Dobbin
went
up
and
whispered
something
to
him
,
at
which
George
,
giving
a
start
and
a
wild
hurray
,
tossed
off
his
glass
,
clapped
it
on
the
table
,
and
walked
away
speedily
on
his
friend
's
arm
.
"
The
enemy
has
passed
the
Sambre
,
"
William
said
,
"
and
our
left
is
already
engaged
.
Come
away
.
We
are
to
march
in
three
hours
.
"
