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Rebecca
walked
,
too
,
silently
away
.
"
How
is
Amelia
?
"
asked
Jos
,
who
still
held
his
position
in
the
chair
.
"
There
should
be
somebody
with
her
,
"
said
Rebecca
.
"
I
think
she
is
very
unwell
"
:
and
she
went
away
with
a
very
grave
face
,
refusing
Mr.
Sedley
's
entreaties
that
she
would
stay
and
partake
of
the
early
dinner
which
he
had
ordered
.
Rebecca
was
of
a
good-natured
and
obliging
disposition
;
and
she
liked
Amelia
rather
than
otherwise
.
Even
her
hard
words
,
reproachful
as
they
were
,
were
complimentary
--
the
groans
of
a
person
stinging
under
defeat
.
Meeting
Mrs.
O'Dowd
,
whom
the
Dean
's
sermons
had
by
no
means
comforted
,
and
who
was
walking
very
disconsolately
in
the
Parc
,
Rebecca
accosted
the
latter
,
rather
to
the
surprise
of
the
Major
's
wife
,
who
was
not
accustomed
to
such
marks
of
politeness
from
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
,
and
informing
her
that
poor
little
Mrs.
Osborne
was
in
a
desperate
condition
,
and
almost
mad
with
grief
,
sent
off
the
good-natured
Irishwoman
straight
to
see
if
she
could
console
her
young
favourite
.
"
I
've
cares
of
my
own
enough
,
"
Mrs.
O'Dowd
said
,
gravely
,
"
and
I
thought
poor
Amelia
would
be
little
wanting
for
company
this
day
.
But
if
she
's
so
bad
as
you
say
,
and
you
ca
n't
attend
to
her
,
who
used
to
be
so
fond
of
her
,
faith
I
'll
see
if
I
can
be
of
service
.
And
so
good
marning
to
ye
,
Madam
"
;
with
which
speech
and
a
toss
of
her
head
,
the
lady
of
the
repayther
took
a
farewell
of
Mrs.
Crawley
,
whose
company
she
by
no
means
courted
.
Becky
watched
her
marching
off
,
with
a
smile
on
her
lip
.
She
had
the
keenest
sense
of
humour
,
and
the
Parthian
look
which
the
retreating
Mrs.
O'Dowd
flung
over
her
shoulder
almost
upset
Mrs.
Crawley
's
gravity
.
"
My
service
to
ye
,
me
fine
Madam
,
and
I
'm
glad
to
see
ye
so
cheerful
,
"
thought
Peggy
.
"
It
's
not
YOU
that
will
cry
your
eyes
out
with
grief
,
anyway
.
"
And
with
this
she
passed
on
,
and
speedily
found
her
way
to
Mrs.
Osborne
's
lodgings
.
The
poor
soul
was
still
at
the
bedside
,
where
Rebecca
had
left
her
,
and
stood
almost
crazy
with
grief
.
The
Major
's
wife
,
a
stronger-minded
woman
,
endeavoured
her
best
to
comfort
her
young
friend
.
"
You
must
bear
up
,
Amelia
,
dear
,
"
she
said
kindly
,
"
for
he
must
n't
find
you
ill
when
he
sends
for
you
after
the
victory
.
It
's
not
you
are
the
only
woman
that
are
in
the
hands
of
God
this
day
.
"
"
I
know
that
.
I
am
very
wicked
,
very
weak
,
"
Amelia
said
.
She
knew
her
own
weakness
well
enough
.
The
presence
of
the
more
resolute
friend
checked
it
,
however
;
and
she
was
the
better
of
this
control
and
company
.
They
went
on
till
two
o'clock
;
their
hearts
were
with
the
column
as
it
marched
farther
and
farther
away
.
Dreadful
doubt
and
anguish
--
prayers
and
fears
and
griefs
unspeakable
--
followed
the
regiment
.
It
was
the
women
's
tribute
to
the
war
.
It
taxes
both
alike
,
and
takes
the
blood
of
the
men
,
and
the
tears
of
the
women
.
At
half-past
two
,
an
event
occurred
of
daily
importance
to
Mr.
Joseph
:
the
dinner-hour
arrived
.
Warriors
may
fight
and
perish
,
but
he
must
dine
.
He
came
into
Amelia
's
room
to
see
if
he
could
coax
her
to
share
that
meal
.
"
Try
,
"
said
he
;
"
the
soup
is
very
good
.
Do
try
,
Emmy
,
"
and
he
kissed
her
hand
.
Except
when
she
was
married
,
he
had
not
done
so
much
for
years
before
.
"
You
are
very
good
and
kind
,
Joseph
,
"
she
said
.
"
Everybody
is
,
but
,
if
you
please
,
I
will
stay
in
my
room
to-day
.
"
The
savour
of
the
soup
,
however
,
was
agreeable
to
Mrs.
O'Dowd
's
nostrils
:
and
she
thought
she
would
bear
Mr.
Jos
company
.
So
the
two
sate
down
to
their
meal
.
"
God
bless
the
meat
,
"
said
the
Major
's
wife
,
solemnly
:
she
was
thinking
of
her
honest
Mick
,
riding
at
the
head
of
his
regiment
:
"
'
Tis
but
a
bad
dinner
those
poor
boys
will
get
to-day
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
sigh
,
and
then
,
like
a
philosopher
,
fell
to
.
