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The
poor
soul
grew
so
timid
that
she
actually
left
off
bullying
Briggs
any
more
,
and
clung
to
her
niece
,
more
fond
and
terrified
every
day
.
Peace
to
thee
,
kind
and
selfish
,
vain
and
generous
old
heathen
!
--
We
shall
see
thee
no
more
.
Let
us
hope
that
Lady
Jane
supported
her
kindly
,
and
led
her
with
gentle
hand
out
of
the
busy
struggle
of
Vanity
Fair
.
The
news
of
the
great
fights
of
Quatre
Bras
and
Waterloo
reached
England
at
the
same
time
.
The
Gazette
first
published
the
result
of
the
two
battles
;
at
which
glorious
intelligence
all
England
thrilled
with
triumph
and
fear
.
Particulars
then
followed
;
and
after
the
announcement
of
the
victories
came
the
list
of
the
wounded
and
the
slain
.
Who
can
tell
the
dread
with
which
that
catalogue
was
opened
and
read
!
Fancy
,
at
every
village
and
homestead
almost
through
the
three
kingdoms
,
the
great
news
coming
of
the
battles
in
Flanders
,
and
the
feelings
of
exultation
and
gratitude
,
bereavement
and
sickening
dismay
,
when
the
lists
of
the
regimental
losses
were
gone
through
,
and
it
became
known
whether
the
dear
friend
and
relative
had
escaped
or
fallen
.
Anybody
who
will
take
the
trouble
of
looking
back
to
a
file
of
the
newspapers
of
the
time
,
must
,
even
now
,
feel
at
second-hand
this
breathless
pause
of
expectation
.
The
lists
of
casualties
are
carried
on
from
day
to
day
:
you
stop
in
the
midst
as
in
a
story
which
is
to
be
continued
in
our
next
.
Think
what
the
feelings
must
have
been
as
those
papers
followed
each
other
fresh
from
the
press
;
and
if
such
an
interest
could
be
felt
in
our
country
,
and
about
a
battle
where
but
twenty
thousand
of
our
people
were
engaged
,
think
of
the
condition
of
Europe
for
twenty
years
before
,
where
people
were
fighting
,
not
by
thousands
,
but
by
millions
;
each
one
of
whom
as
he
struck
his
enemy
wounded
horribly
some
other
innocent
heart
far
away
.
The
news
which
that
famous
Gazette
brought
to
the
Osbornes
gave
a
dreadful
shock
to
the
family
and
its
chief
.
The
girls
indulged
unrestrained
in
their
grief
.
The
gloom-stricken
old
father
was
still
more
borne
down
by
his
fate
and
sorrow
.
He
strove
to
think
that
a
judgment
was
on
the
boy
for
his
disobedience
.
He
dared
not
own
that
the
severity
of
the
sentence
frightened
him
,
and
that
its
fulfilment
had
come
too
soon
upon
his
curses
.
Sometimes
a
shuddering
terror
struck
him
,
as
if
he
had
been
the
author
of
the
doom
which
he
had
called
down
on
his
son
.
There
was
a
chance
before
of
reconciliation
.
The
boy
's
wife
might
have
died
;
or
he
might
have
come
back
and
said
,
Father
I
have
sinned
.
But
there
was
no
hope
now
.
He
stood
on
the
other
side
of
the
gulf
impassable
,
haunting
his
parent
with
sad
eyes
.
He
remembered
them
once
before
so
in
a
fever
,
when
every
one
thought
the
lad
was
dying
,
and
he
lay
on
his
bed
speechless
,
and
gazing
with
a
dreadful
gloom
.
Good
God
!
how
the
father
clung
to
the
doctor
then
,
and
with
what
a
sickening
anxiety
he
followed
him
:
what
a
weight
of
grief
was
off
his
mind
when
,
after
the
crisis
of
the
fever
,
the
lad
recovered
,
and
looked
at
his
father
once
more
with
eyes
that
recognised
him
.
But
now
there
was
no
help
or
cure
,
or
chance
of
reconcilement
:
above
all
,
there
were
no
humble
words
to
soothe
vanity
outraged
and
furious
,
or
bring
to
its
natural
flow
the
poisoned
,
angry
blood
.
And
it
is
hard
to
say
which
pang
it
was
that
tore
the
proud
father
's
heart
most
keenly
--
that
his
son
should
have
gone
out
of
the
reach
of
his
forgiveness
,
or
that
the
apology
which
his
own
pride
expected
should
have
escaped
him
.
Whatever
his
sensations
might
have
been
,
however
,
the
stem
old
man
would
have
no
confidant
.
He
never
mentioned
his
son
's
name
to
his
daughters
;
but
ordered
the
elder
to
place
all
the
females
of
the
establishment
in
mourning
;
and
desired
that
the
male
servants
should
be
similarly
attired
in
deep
black
.
All
parties
and
entertainments
,
of
course
,
were
to
be
put
off
.
No
communications
were
made
to
his
future
son-in-law
,
whose
marriage-day
had
been
fixed
:
but
there
was
enough
in
Mr.
Osborne
's
appearance
to
prevent
Mr.
Bullock
from
making
any
inquiries
,
or
in
any
way
pressing
forward
that
ceremony
.
He
and
the
ladies
whispered
about
it
under
their
voices
in
the
drawing-room
sometimes
,
whither
the
father
never
came
.
He
remained
constantly
in
his
own
study
;
the
whole
front
part
of
the
house
being
closed
until
some
time
after
the
completion
of
the
general
mourning
.
About
three
weeks
after
the
18th
of
June
,
Mr.
Osborne
's
acquaintance
,
Sir
William
Dobbin
,
called
at
Mr.
Osborne
's
house
in
Russell
Square
,
with
a
very
pale
and
agitated
face
,
and
insisted
upon
seeing
that
gentleman
.
Ushered
into
his
room
,
and
after
a
few
words
,
which
neither
the
speaker
nor
the
host
understood
,
the
former
produced
from
an
inclosure
a
letter
sealed
with
a
large
red
seal
.
"
My
son
,
Major
Dobbin
,
"
the
Alderman
said
,
with
some
hesitation
,
"
despatched
me
a
letter
by
an
officer
of
the
--
th
,
who
arrived
in
town
to-day
.
My
son
's
letter
contains
one
for
you
,
Osborne
.
"
The
Alderman
placed
the
letter
on
the
table
,
and
Osborne
stared
at
him
for
a
moment
or
two
in
silence
.
His
looks
frightened
the
ambassador
,
who
after
looking
guiltily
for
a
little
time
at
the
grief-stricken
man
,
hurried
away
without
another
word
.
The
letter
was
in
George
's
well-known
bold
handwriting
.
It
was
that
one
which
he
had
written
before
daybreak
on
the
16th
of
June
,
and
just
before
he
took
leave
of
Amelia
.
The
great
red
seal
was
emblazoned
with
the
sham
coat
of
arms
which
Osborne
had
assumed
from
the
Peerage
,
with
"
Pax
in
bello
"
for
a
motto
;
that
of
the
ducal
house
with
which
the
vain
old
man
tried
to
fancy
himself
connected
.
The
hand
that
signed
it
would
never
hold
pen
or
sword
more
.
The
very
seal
that
sealed
it
had
been
robbed
from
George
's
dead
body
as
it
lay
on
the
field
of
battle
.
The
father
knew
nothing
of
this
,
but
sat
and
looked
at
the
letter
in
terrified
vacancy
.
He
almost
fell
when
he
went
to
open
it
.
Have
you
ever
had
a
difference
with
a
dear
friend
?
How
his
letters
,
written
in
the
period
of
love
and
confidence
,
sicken
and
rebuke
you
!
What
a
dreary
mourning
it
is
to
dwell
upon
those
vehement
protests
of
dead
affection
!
What
lying
epitaphs
they
make
over
the
corpse
of
love
!
What
dark
,
cruel
comments
upon
Life
and
Vanities
!
Most
of
us
have
got
or
written
drawers
full
of
them
.
They
are
closet-skeletons
which
we
keep
and
shun
.
Osborne
trembled
long
before
the
letter
from
his
dead
son
.
