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Mrs.
O'Dowd
,
the
good
housewife
,
arrayed
in
curl
papers
and
a
camisole
,
felt
that
her
duty
was
to
act
,
and
not
to
sleep
,
at
this
juncture
.
"
Time
enough
for
that
,
"
she
said
,
"
when
Mick
's
gone
"
;
and
so
she
packed
his
travelling
valise
ready
for
the
march
,
brushed
his
cloak
,
his
cap
,
and
other
warlike
habiliments
,
set
them
out
in
order
for
him
;
and
stowed
away
in
the
cloak
pockets
a
light
package
of
portable
refreshments
,
and
a
wicker-covered
flask
or
pocket-pistol
,
containing
near
a
pint
of
a
remarkably
sound
Cognac
brandy
,
of
which
she
and
the
Major
approved
very
much
;
and
as
soon
as
the
hands
of
the
"
repayther
"
pointed
to
half-past
one
,
and
its
interior
arrangements
(
it
had
a
tone
quite
equal
to
a
cathaydral
,
its
fair
owner
considered
)
knelled
forth
that
fatal
hour
,
Mrs.
O'Dowd
woke
up
her
Major
,
and
had
as
comfortable
a
cup
of
coffee
prepared
for
him
as
any
made
that
morning
in
Brussels
.
And
who
is
there
will
deny
that
this
worthy
lady
's
preparations
betokened
affection
as
much
as
the
fits
of
tears
and
hysterics
by
which
more
sensitive
females
exhibited
their
love
,
and
that
their
partaking
of
this
coffee
,
which
they
drank
together
while
the
bugles
were
sounding
the
turn-out
and
the
drums
beating
in
the
various
quarters
of
the
town
,
was
not
more
useful
and
to
the
purpose
than
the
outpouring
of
any
mere
sentiment
could
be
?
The
consequence
was
,
that
the
Major
appeared
on
parade
quite
trim
,
fresh
,
and
alert
,
his
well-shaved
rosy
countenance
,
as
he
sate
on
horseback
,
giving
cheerfulness
and
confidence
to
the
whole
corps
.
All
the
officers
saluted
her
when
the
regiment
marched
by
the
balcony
on
which
this
brave
woman
stood
,
and
waved
them
a
cheer
as
they
passed
;
and
I
daresay
it
was
not
from
want
of
courage
,
but
from
a
sense
of
female
delicacy
and
propriety
,
that
she
refrained
from
leading
the
gallant
--
th
personally
into
action
.
On
Sundays
,
and
at
periods
of
a
solemn
nature
,
Mrs.
O'Dowd
used
to
read
with
great
gravity
out
of
a
large
volume
of
her
uncle
the
Dean
's
sermons
.
It
had
been
of
great
comfort
to
her
on
board
the
transport
as
they
were
coming
home
,
and
were
very
nearly
wrecked
,
on
their
return
from
the
West
Indies
.
After
the
regiment
's
departure
she
betook
herself
to
this
volume
for
meditation
;
perhaps
she
did
not
understand
much
of
what
she
was
reading
,
and
her
thoughts
were
elsewhere
:
but
the
sleep
project
,
with
poor
Mick
's
nightcap
there
on
the
pillow
,
was
quite
a
vain
one
.
So
it
is
in
the
world
.
Jack
or
Donald
marches
away
to
glory
with
his
knapsack
on
his
shoulder
,
stepping
out
briskly
to
the
tune
of
"
The
Girl
I
Left
Behind
Me
.
"
It
is
she
who
remains
and
suffers
--
and
has
the
leisure
to
think
,
and
brood
,
and
remember
.
Knowing
how
useless
regrets
are
,
and
how
the
indulgence
of
sentiment
only
serves
to
make
people
more
miserable
,
Mrs.
Rebecca
wisely
determined
to
give
way
to
no
vain
feelings
of
sorrow
,
and
bore
the
parting
from
her
husband
with
quite
a
Spartan
equanimity
.
Indeed
Captain
Rawdon
himself
was
much
more
affected
at
the
leave-taking
than
the
resolute
little
woman
to
whom
he
bade
farewell
.
She
had
mastered
this
rude
coarse
nature
;
and
he
loved
and
worshipped
her
with
all
his
faculties
of
regard
and
admiration
.
In
all
his
life
he
had
never
been
so
happy
,
as
,
during
the
past
few
months
,
his
wife
had
made
him
.
All
former
delights
of
turf
,
mess
,
hunting-field
,
and
gambling-table
;
all
previous
loves
and
courtships
of
milliners
,
opera-dancers
,
and
the
like
easy
triumphs
of
the
clumsy
military
Adonis
,
were
quite
insipid
when
compared
to
the
lawful
matrimonial
pleasures
which
of
late
he
had
enjoyed
.
She
had
known
perpetually
how
to
divert
him
;
and
he
had
found
his
house
and
her
society
a
thousand
times
more
pleasant
than
any
place
or
company
which
he
had
ever
frequented
from
his
childhood
until
now
.
And
he
cursed
his
past
follies
and
extravagances
,
and
bemoaned
his
vast
outlying
debts
above
all
,
which
must
remain
for
ever
as
obstacles
to
prevent
his
wife
's
advancement
in
the
world
.
He
had
often
groaned
over
these
in
midnight
conversations
with
Rebecca
,
although
as
a
bachelor
they
had
never
given
him
any
disquiet
.
He
himself
was
struck
with
this
phenomenon
.
"
Hang
it
,
"
he
would
say
(
or
perhaps
use
a
still
stronger
expression
out
of
his
simple
vocabulary
)
,
"
before
I
was
married
I
did
n't
care
what
bills
I
put
my
name
to
,
and
so
long
as
Moses
would
wait
or
Levy
would
renew
for
three
months
,
I
kept
on
never
minding
.
But
since
I
'm
married
,
except
renewing
,
of
course
,
I
give
you
my
honour
I
've
not
touched
a
bit
of
stamped
paper
.
"
Rebecca
always
knew
how
to
conjure
away
these
moods
of
melancholy
.
"
Why
,
my
stupid
love
,
"
she
would
say
,
"
we
have
not
done
with
your
aunt
yet
.
If
she
fails
us
,
is
n't
there
what
you
call
the
Gazette
?
or
,
stop
,
when
your
uncle
Bute
's
life
drops
,
I
have
another
scheme
.
The
living
has
always
belonged
to
the
younger
brother
,
and
why
should
n't
you
sell
out
and
go
into
the
Church
?
"
The
idea
of
this
conversion
set
Rawdon
into
roars
of
laughter
:
you
might
have
heard
the
explosion
through
the
hotel
at
midnight
,
and
the
haw-haws
of
the
great
dragoon
's
voice
.
General
Tufto
heard
him
from
his
quarters
on
the
first
floor
above
them
;
and
Rebecca
acted
the
scene
with
great
spirit
,
and
preached
Rawdon
's
first
sermon
,
to
the
immense
delight
of
the
General
at
breakfast
.
But
these
were
mere
by-gone
days
and
talk
.
When
the
final
news
arrived
that
the
campaign
was
opened
,
and
the
troops
were
to
march
,
Rawdon
's
gravity
became
such
that
Becky
rallied
him
about
it
in
a
manner
which
rather
hurt
the
feelings
of
the
Guardsman
.
"
You
do
n't
suppose
I
'm
afraid
,
Becky
,
I
should
think
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
tremor
in
his
voice
.
"
But
I
'm
a
pretty
good
mark
for
a
shot
,
and
you
see
if
it
brings
me
down
,
why
I
leave
one
and
perhaps
two
behind
me
whom
I
should
wish
to
provide
for
,
as
I
brought
'em
into
the
scrape
.
It
is
no
laughing
matter
that
,
Mrs.
C.
,
anyways
.
"
Rebecca
by
a
hundred
caresses
and
kind
words
tried
to
soothe
the
feelings
of
the
wounded
lover
.
It
was
only
when
her
vivacity
and
sense
of
humour
got
the
better
of
this
sprightly
creature
(
as
they
would
do
under
most
circumstances
of
life
indeed
)
that
she
would
break
out
with
her
satire
,
but
she
could
soon
put
on
a
demure
face
.
"
Dearest
love
,
"
she
said
,
"
do
you
suppose
I
feel
nothing
?
"
and
hastily
dashing
something
from
her
eyes
,
she
looked
up
in
her
husband
's
face
with
a
smile
.
