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Once
or
twice
in
the
day
she
certainly
had
herself
thought
about
flying
.
But
her
reason
gave
her
better
counsel
.
"
Suppose
the
French
do
come
,
"
thought
Becky
,
"
what
can
they
do
to
a
poor
officer
's
widow
?
Bah
!
the
times
of
sacks
and
sieges
are
over
.
We
shall
be
let
to
go
home
quietly
,
or
I
may
live
pleasantly
abroad
with
a
snug
little
income
.
"
Meanwhile
Jos
and
Isidor
went
off
to
the
stables
to
inspect
the
newly
purchased
cattle
.
Jos
bade
his
man
saddle
the
horses
at
once
.
He
would
ride
away
that
very
night
,
that
very
hour
.
And
he
left
the
valet
busy
in
getting
the
horses
ready
,
and
went
homewards
himself
to
prepare
for
his
departure
.
It
must
be
secret
.
He
would
go
to
his
chamber
by
the
back
entrance
.
He
did
not
care
to
face
Mrs.
O'Dowd
and
Amelia
,
and
own
to
them
that
he
was
about
to
run
.
By
the
time
Jos
's
bargain
with
Rebecca
was
completed
,
and
his
horses
had
been
visited
and
examined
,
it
was
almost
morning
once
more
.
But
though
midnight
was
long
passed
,
there
was
no
rest
for
the
city
;
the
people
were
up
,
the
lights
in
the
houses
flamed
,
crowds
were
still
about
the
doors
,
and
the
streets
were
busy
.
Rumours
of
various
natures
went
still
from
mouth
to
mouth
:
one
report
averred
that
the
Prussians
had
been
utterly
defeated
;
another
that
it
was
the
English
who
had
been
attacked
and
conquered
:
a
third
that
the
latter
had
held
their
ground
.
This
last
rumour
gradually
got
strength
.
No
Frenchmen
had
made
their
appearance
.
Stragglers
had
come
in
from
the
army
bringing
reports
more
and
more
favourable
:
at
last
an
aide-de-camp
actually
reached
Brussels
with
despatches
for
the
Commandant
of
the
place
,
who
placarded
presently
through
the
town
an
official
announcement
of
the
success
of
the
allies
at
Quatre
Bras
,
and
the
entire
repulse
of
the
French
under
Ney
after
a
six
hours
'
battle
.
The
aide-de-camp
must
have
arrived
sometime
while
Jos
and
Rebecca
were
making
their
bargain
together
,
or
the
latter
was
inspecting
his
purchase
.
When
he
reached
his
own
hotel
,
he
found
a
score
of
its
numerous
inhabitants
on
the
threshold
discoursing
of
the
news
;
there
was
no
doubt
as
to
its
truth
.
And
he
went
up
to
communicate
it
to
the
ladies
under
his
charge
.
He
did
not
think
it
was
necessary
to
tell
them
how
he
had
intended
to
take
leave
of
them
,
how
he
had
bought
horses
,
and
what
a
price
he
had
paid
for
them
.
But
success
or
defeat
was
a
minor
matter
to
them
,
who
had
only
thought
for
the
safety
of
those
they
loved
.
Amelia
,
at
the
news
of
the
victory
,
became
still
more
agitated
even
than
before
.
She
was
for
going
that
moment
to
the
army
.
She
besought
her
brother
with
tears
to
conduct
her
thither
.
Her
doubts
and
terrors
reached
their
paroxysm
;
and
the
poor
girl
,
who
for
many
hours
had
been
plunged
into
stupor
,
raved
and
ran
hither
and
thither
in
hysteric
insanity
--
a
piteous
sight
.
No
man
writhing
in
pain
on
the
hard-fought
field
fifteen
miles
off
,
where
lay
,
after
their
struggles
,
so
many
of
the
brave
--
no
man
suffered
more
keenly
than
this
poor
harmless
victim
of
the
war
.
Jos
could
not
bear
the
sight
of
her
pain
.
He
left
his
sister
in
the
charge
of
her
stouter
female
companion
,
and
descended
once
more
to
the
threshold
of
the
hotel
,
where
everybody
still
lingered
,
and
talked
,
and
waited
for
more
news
.
It
grew
to
be
broad
daylight
as
they
stood
here
,
and
fresh
news
began
to
arrive
from
the
war
,
brought
by
men
who
had
been
actors
in
the
scene
.
Wagons
and
long
country
carts
laden
with
wounded
came
rolling
into
the
town
;
ghastly
groans
came
from
within
them
,
and
haggard
faces
looked
up
sadly
from
out
of
the
straw
.
Jos
Sedley
was
looking
at
one
of
these
carriages
with
a
painful
curiosity
--
the
moans
of
the
people
within
were
frightful
--
the
wearied
horses
could
hardly
pull
the
cart
.
"
Stop
!
stop
!
"
a
feeble
voice
cried
from
the
straw
,
and
the
carriage
stopped
opposite
Mr.
Sedley
's
hotel
.
"
It
is
George
,
I
know
it
is
!
"
cried
Amelia
,
rushing
in
a
moment
to
the
balcony
,
with
a
pallid
face
and
loose
flowing
hair
.
It
was
not
George
,
however
,
but
it
was
the
next
best
thing
:
it
was
news
of
him
.
It
was
poor
Tom
Stubble
,
who
had
marched
out
of
Brussels
so
gallantly
twenty-four
hours
before
,
bearing
the
colours
of
the
regiment
,
which
he
had
defended
very
gallantly
upon
the
field
.
A
French
lancer
had
speared
the
young
ensign
in
the
leg
,
who
fell
,
still
bravely
holding
to
his
flag
.
At
the
conclusion
of
the
engagement
,
a
place
had
been
found
for
the
poor
boy
in
a
cart
,
and
he
had
been
brought
back
to
Brussels
.
