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Jos
thought
of
all
these
things
,
and
trembled
.
So
did
all
the
rest
of
Brussels
--
where
people
felt
that
the
fight
of
the
day
before
was
but
the
prelude
to
the
greater
combat
which
was
imminent
.
One
of
the
armies
opposed
to
the
Emperor
was
scattered
to
the
winds
already
.
The
few
English
that
could
be
brought
to
resist
him
would
perish
at
their
posts
,
and
the
conqueror
would
pass
over
their
bodies
into
the
city
.
Woe
be
to
those
whom
he
found
there
!
Addresses
were
prepared
,
public
functionaries
assembled
and
debated
secretly
,
apartments
were
got
ready
,
and
tricoloured
banners
and
triumphal
emblems
manufactured
,
to
welcome
the
arrival
of
His
Majesty
the
Emperor
and
King
.
The
emigration
still
continued
,
and
wherever
families
could
find
means
of
departure
,
they
fled
.
When
Jos
,
on
the
afternoon
of
the
17th
of
June
,
went
to
Rebecca
's
hotel
,
he
found
that
the
great
Bareacres
'
carriage
had
at
length
rolled
away
from
the
porte-cochere
.
The
Earl
had
procured
a
pair
of
horses
somehow
,
in
spite
of
Mrs.
Crawley
,
and
was
rolling
on
the
road
to
Ghent
.
Louis
the
Desired
was
getting
ready
his
portmanteau
in
that
city
,
too
.
It
seemed
as
if
Misfortune
was
never
tired
of
worrying
into
motion
that
unwieldy
exile
.
Jos
felt
that
the
delay
of
yesterday
had
been
only
a
respite
,
and
that
his
dearly
bought
horses
must
of
a
surety
be
put
into
requisition
.
His
agonies
were
very
severe
all
this
day
.
As
long
as
there
was
an
English
army
between
Brussels
and
Napoleon
,
there
was
no
need
of
immediate
flight
;
but
he
had
his
horses
brought
from
their
distant
stables
,
to
the
stables
in
the
court-yard
of
the
hotel
where
he
lived
;
so
that
they
might
be
under
his
own
eyes
,
and
beyond
the
risk
of
violent
abduction
.
Isidor
watched
the
stable-door
constantly
,
and
had
the
horses
saddled
,
to
be
ready
for
the
start
.
He
longed
intensely
for
that
event
.
After
the
reception
of
the
previous
day
,
Rebecca
did
not
care
to
come
near
her
dear
Amelia
.
She
clipped
the
bouquet
which
George
had
brought
her
,
and
gave
fresh
water
to
the
flowers
,
and
read
over
the
letter
which
he
had
sent
her
.
"
Poor
wretch
,
"
she
said
,
twirling
round
the
little
bit
of
paper
in
her
fingers
,
"
how
I
could
crush
her
with
this
!
--
and
it
is
for
a
thing
like
this
that
she
must
break
her
heart
,
forsooth
--
for
a
man
who
is
stupid
--
a
coxcomb
--
and
who
does
not
care
for
her
.
My
poor
good
Rawdon
is
worth
ten
of
this
creature
.
"
And
then
she
fell
to
thinking
what
she
should
do
if
--
if
anything
happened
to
poor
good
Rawdon
,
and
what
a
great
piece
of
luck
it
was
that
he
had
left
his
horses
behind
.
In
the
course
of
this
day
too
,
Mrs.
Crawley
,
who
saw
not
without
anger
the
Bareacres
party
drive
off
,
bethought
her
of
the
precaution
which
the
Countess
had
taken
,
and
did
a
little
needlework
for
her
own
advantage
;
she
stitched
away
the
major
part
of
her
trinkets
,
bills
,
and
bank-notes
about
her
person
,
and
so
prepared
,
was
ready
for
any
event
--
to
fly
if
she
thought
fit
,
or
to
stay
and
welcome
the
conqueror
,
were
he
Englishman
or
Frenchman
.
And
I
am
not
sure
that
she
did
not
dream
that
night
of
becoming
a
duchess
and
Madame
la
Marechale
,
while
Rawdon
wrapped
in
his
cloak
,
and
making
his
bivouac
under
the
rain
at
Mount
Saint
John
,
was
thinking
,
with
all
the
force
of
his
heart
,
about
the
little
wife
whom
he
had
left
behind
him
.
The
next
day
was
a
Sunday
.
And
Mrs.
Major
O'Dowd
had
the
satisfaction
of
seeing
both
her
patients
refreshed
in
health
and
spirits
by
some
rest
which
they
had
taken
during
the
night
.
She
herself
had
slept
on
a
great
chair
in
Amelia
's
room
,
ready
to
wait
upon
her
poor
friend
or
the
ensign
,
should
either
need
her
nursing
.
When
morning
came
,
this
robust
woman
went
back
to
the
house
where
she
and
her
Major
had
their
billet
;
and
here
performed
an
elaborate
and
splendid
toilette
,
befitting
the
day
.
And
it
is
very
possible
that
whilst
alone
in
that
chamber
,
which
her
husband
had
inhabited
,
and
where
his
cap
still
lay
on
the
pillow
,
and
his
cane
stood
in
the
corner
,
one
prayer
at
least
was
sent
up
to
Heaven
for
the
welfare
of
the
brave
soldier
,
Michael
O'Dowd
.
When
she
returned
she
brought
her
prayer-book
with
her
,
and
her
uncle
the
Dean
's
famous
book
of
sermons
,
out
of
which
she
never
failed
to
read
every
Sabbath
;
not
understanding
all
,
haply
,
not
pronouncing
many
of
the
words
aright
,
which
were
long
and
abstruse
--
for
the
Dean
was
a
learned
man
,
and
loved
long
Latin
words
--
but
with
great
gravity
,
vast
emphasis
,
and
with
tolerable
correctness
in
the
main
.
How
often
has
my
Mick
listened
to
these
sermons
,
she
thought
,
and
me
reading
in
the
cabin
of
a
calm
!
She
proposed
to
resume
this
exercise
on
the
present
day
,
with
Amelia
and
the
wounded
ensign
for
a
congregation
.
The
same
service
was
read
on
that
day
in
twenty
thousand
churches
at
the
same
hour
;
and
millions
of
British
men
and
women
,
on
their
knees
,
implored
protection
of
the
Father
of
all
.
