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"
Without
my
husband
,
Joseph
?
"
Amelia
said
,
with
a
look
of
wonder
,
and
gave
her
hand
to
the
Major
's
wife
.
Jos
's
patience
was
exhausted
.
"
Good-bye
,
then
,
"
he
said
,
shaking
his
fist
in
a
rage
,
and
slamming
the
door
by
which
he
retreated
.
And
this
time
he
really
gave
his
order
for
march
:
and
mounted
in
the
court-yard
.
Mrs.
O'Dowd
heard
the
clattering
hoofs
of
the
horses
as
they
issued
from
the
gate
;
and
looking
on
,
made
many
scornful
remarks
on
poor
Joseph
as
he
rode
down
the
street
with
Isidor
after
him
in
the
laced
cap
.
The
horses
,
which
had
not
been
exercised
for
some
days
,
were
lively
,
and
sprang
about
the
street
.
Jos
,
a
clumsy
and
timid
horseman
,
did
not
look
to
advantage
in
the
saddle
.
"
Look
at
him
,
Amelia
dear
,
driving
into
the
parlour
window
.
Such
a
bull
in
a
china-shop
I
never
saw
.
"
And
presently
the
pair
of
riders
disappeared
at
a
canter
down
the
street
leading
in
the
direction
of
the
Ghent
road
,
Mrs.
O'Dowd
pursuing
them
with
a
fire
of
sarcasm
so
long
as
they
were
in
sight
.
All
that
day
from
morning
until
past
sunset
,
the
cannon
never
ceased
to
roar
.
It
was
dark
when
the
cannonading
stopped
all
of
a
sudden
.
All
of
us
have
read
of
what
occurred
during
that
interval
.
The
tale
is
in
every
Englishman
's
mouth
;
and
you
and
I
,
who
were
children
when
the
great
battle
was
won
and
lost
,
are
never
tired
of
hearing
and
recounting
the
history
of
that
famous
action
.
Its
remembrance
rankles
still
in
the
bosoms
of
millions
of
the
countrymen
of
those
brave
men
who
lost
the
day
.
They
pant
for
an
opportunity
of
revenging
that
humiliation
;
and
if
a
contest
,
ending
in
a
victory
on
their
part
,
should
ensue
,
elating
them
in
their
turn
,
and
leaving
its
cursed
legacy
of
hatred
and
rage
behind
to
us
,
there
is
no
end
to
the
so-called
glory
and
shame
,
and
to
the
alternations
of
successful
and
unsuccessful
murder
,
in
which
two
high-spirited
nations
might
engage
.
Centuries
hence
,
we
Frenchmen
and
Englishmen
might
be
boasting
and
killing
each
other
still
,
carrying
out
bravely
the
Devil
's
code
of
honour
.
All
our
friends
took
their
share
and
fought
like
men
in
the
great
field
.
All
day
long
,
whilst
the
women
were
praying
ten
miles
away
,
the
lines
of
the
dauntless
English
infantry
were
receiving
and
repelling
the
furious
charges
of
the
French
horsemen
.
Guns
which
were
heard
at
Brussels
were
ploughing
up
their
ranks
,
and
comrades
falling
,
and
the
resolute
survivors
closing
in
.
Towards
evening
,
the
attack
of
the
French
,
repeated
and
resisted
so
bravely
,
slackened
in
its
fury
.
They
had
other
foes
besides
the
British
to
engage
,
or
were
preparing
for
a
final
onset
.
It
came
at
last
:
the
columns
of
the
Imperial
Guard
marched
up
the
hill
of
Saint
Jean
,
at
length
and
at
once
to
sweep
the
English
from
the
height
which
they
had
maintained
all
day
,
and
spite
of
all
:
unscared
by
the
thunder
of
the
artillery
,
which
hurled
death
from
the
English
line
--
the
dark
rolling
column
pressed
on
and
up
the
hill
It
seemed
almost
to
crest
the
eminence
,
when
it
began
to
wave
and
falter
.
Then
it
stopped
,
still
facing
the
shot
.
Then
at
last
the
English
troops
rushed
from
the
post
from
which
no
enemy
had
been
able
to
dislodge
them
,
and
the
Guard
turned
and
fled
.
No
more
firing
was
heard
at
Brussels
--
the
pursuit
rolled
miles
away
.
Darkness
came
down
on
the
field
and
city
:
and
Amelia
was
praying
for
George
,
who
was
lying
on
his
face
,
dead
,
with
a
bullet
through
his
heart
.
The
kind
reader
must
please
to
remember
--
while
the
army
is
marching
from
Flanders
,
and
,
after
its
heroic
actions
there
,
is
advancing
to
take
the
fortifications
on
the
frontiers
of
France
,
previous
to
an
occupation
of
that
country
--
that
there
are
a
number
of
persons
living
peaceably
in
England
who
have
to
do
with
the
history
at
present
in
hand
,
and
must
come
in
for
their
share
of
the
chronicle
.
During
the
time
of
these
battles
and
dangers
,
old
Miss
Crawley
was
living
at
Brighton
,
very
moderately
moved
by
the
great
events
that
were
going
on
.
The
great
events
rendered
the
newspapers
rather
interesting
,
to
be
sure
,
and
Briggs
read
out
the
Gazette
,
in
which
Rawdon
Crawley
's
gallantry
was
mentioned
with
honour
,
and
his
promotion
was
presently
recorded
.
"
What
a
pity
that
young
man
has
taken
such
an
irretrievable
step
in
the
world
!
"
his
aunt
said
;
"
with
his
rank
and
distinction
he
might
have
married
a
brewer
's
daughter
with
a
quarter
of
a
million
--
like
Miss
Grains
;
or
have
looked
to
ally
himself
with
the
best
families
in
England
.
He
would
have
had
my
money
some
day
or
other
;
or
his
children
would
--
for
I
'm
not
in
a
hurry
to
go
,
Miss
Briggs
,
although
you
may
be
in
a
hurry
to
be
rid
of
me
;
and
instead
of
that
,
he
is
a
doomed
pauper
,
with
a
dancing-girl
for
a
wife
.
