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"
Of
course
,
of
course
,
"
answered
Mr.
Jos
,
whose
generosity
in
money
matters
Dobbin
estimated
quite
correctly
.
"
And
you
'll
see
her
safe
out
of
Brussels
in
the
event
of
a
defeat
?
"
"
A
defeat
!
D
--
--
it
,
sir
,
it
's
impossible
.
Do
n't
try
and
frighten
ME
,
"
the
hero
cried
from
his
bed
;
and
Dobbin
's
mind
was
thus
perfectly
set
at
ease
now
that
Jos
had
spoken
out
so
resolutely
respecting
his
conduct
to
his
sister
.
"
At
least
,
"
thought
the
Captain
,
"
there
will
be
a
retreat
secured
for
her
in
case
the
worst
should
ensue
.
"
If
Captain
Dobbin
expected
to
get
any
personal
comfort
and
satisfaction
from
having
one
more
view
of
Amelia
before
the
regiment
marched
away
,
his
selfishness
was
punished
just
as
such
odious
egotism
deserved
to
be
.
The
door
of
Jos
's
bedroom
opened
into
the
sitting-room
which
was
common
to
the
family
party
,
and
opposite
this
door
was
that
of
Amelia
's
chamber
.
The
bugles
had
wakened
everybody
:
there
was
no
use
in
concealment
now
.
George
's
servant
was
packing
in
this
room
:
Osborne
coming
in
and
out
of
the
contiguous
bedroom
,
flinging
to
the
man
such
articles
as
he
thought
fit
to
carry
on
the
campaign
.
And
presently
Dobbin
had
the
opportunity
which
his
heart
coveted
,
and
he
got
sight
of
Amelia
's
face
once
more
.
But
what
a
face
it
was
!
So
white
,
so
wild
and
despair-stricken
,
that
the
remembrance
of
it
haunted
him
afterwards
like
a
crime
,
and
the
sight
smote
him
with
inexpressible
pangs
of
longing
and
pity
.
She
was
wrapped
in
a
white
morning
dress
,
her
hair
falling
on
her
shoulders
,
and
her
large
eyes
fixed
and
without
light
.
By
way
of
helping
on
the
preparations
for
the
departure
,
and
showing
that
she
too
could
be
useful
at
a
moment
so
critical
,
this
poor
soul
had
taken
up
a
sash
of
George
's
from
the
drawers
whereon
it
lay
,
and
followed
him
to
and
fro
with
the
sash
in
her
hand
,
looking
on
mutely
as
his
packing
proceeded
.
She
came
out
and
stood
,
leaning
at
the
wall
,
holding
this
sash
against
her
bosom
,
from
which
the
heavy
net
of
crimson
dropped
like
a
large
stain
of
blood
.
Our
gentle-hearted
Captain
felt
a
guilty
shock
as
he
looked
at
her
.
"
Good
God
,
"
thought
he
,
"
and
is
it
grief
like
this
I
dared
to
pry
into
?
"
And
there
was
no
help
:
no
means
to
soothe
and
comfort
this
helpless
,
speechless
misery
.
He
stood
for
a
moment
and
looked
at
her
,
powerless
and
torn
with
pity
,
as
a
parent
regards
an
infant
in
pain
.
At
last
,
George
took
Emmy
's
hand
,
and
led
her
back
into
the
bedroom
,
from
whence
he
came
out
alone
.
The
parting
had
taken
place
in
that
moment
,
and
he
was
gone
.
"
Thank
Heaven
that
is
over
,
"
George
thought
,
bounding
down
the
stair
,
his
sword
under
his
arm
,
as
he
ran
swiftly
to
the
alarm
ground
,
where
the
regiment
was
mustered
,
and
whither
trooped
men
and
officers
hurrying
from
their
billets
;
his
pulse
was
throbbing
and
his
cheeks
flushed
:
the
great
game
of
war
was
going
to
be
played
,
and
he
one
of
the
players
.
What
a
fierce
excitement
of
doubt
,
hope
,
and
pleasure
!
What
tremendous
hazards
of
loss
or
gain
!
What
were
all
the
games
of
chance
he
had
ever
played
compared
to
this
one
?
Into
all
contests
requiring
athletic
skill
and
courage
,
the
young
man
,
from
his
boyhood
upwards
,
had
flung
himself
with
all
his
might
.
The
champion
of
his
school
and
his
regiment
,
the
bravos
of
his
companions
had
followed
him
everywhere
;
from
the
boys
'
cricket-match
to
the
garrison-races
,
he
had
won
a
hundred
of
triumphs
;
and
wherever
he
went
women
and
men
had
admired
and
envied
him
.
What
qualities
are
there
for
which
a
man
gets
so
speedy
a
return
of
applause
,
as
those
of
bodily
superiority
,
activity
,
and
valour
?
Time
out
of
mind
strength
and
courage
have
been
the
theme
of
bards
and
romances
;
and
from
the
story
of
Troy
down
to
to-day
,
poetry
has
always
chosen
a
soldier
for
a
hero
I
wonder
is
it
because
men
are
cowards
in
heart
that
they
admire
bravery
so
much
,
and
place
military
valour
so
far
beyond
every
other
quality
for
reward
and
worship
?
