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"
Were
you
in
Captain
Osborne
's
company
?
"
he
said
,
and
added
,
after
a
pause
,
"
he
was
my
son
,
sir
.
"
The
man
was
not
of
the
Captain
's
company
,
but
he
lifted
up
his
unwounded
arm
and
touched-his
cap
sadly
and
respectfully
to
the
haggard
broken-spirited
gentleman
who
questioned
him
.
"
The
whole
army
did
n't
contain
a
finer
or
a
better
officer
,
"
the
soldier
said
.
"
The
Sergeant
of
the
Captain
's
company
(
Captain
Raymond
had
it
now
)
,
was
in
town
,
though
,
and
was
just
well
of
a
shot
in
the
shoulder
.
His
honour
might
see
him
if
he
liked
,
who
could
tell
him
anything
he
wanted
to
know
about
--
about
the
--
th
's
actions
.
But
his
honour
had
seen
Major
Dobbin
,
no
doubt
,
the
brave
Captain
's
great
friend
;
and
Mrs.
Osborne
,
who
was
here
too
,
and
had
been
very
bad
,
he
heard
everybody
say
.
They
say
she
was
out
of
her
mind
like
for
six
weeks
or
more
.
But
your
honour
knows
all
about
that
--
and
asking
your
pardon
"
--
the
man
added
.
Osborne
put
a
guinea
into
the
soldier
's
hand
,
and
told
him
he
should
have
another
if
he
would
bring
the
Sergeant
to
the
Hotel
du
Parc
;
a
promise
which
very
soon
brought
the
desired
officer
to
Mr.
Osborne
's
presence
.
And
the
first
soldier
went
away
;
and
after
telling
a
comrade
or
two
how
Captain
Osborne
's
father
was
arrived
,
and
what
a
free-handed
generous
gentleman
he
was
,
they
went
and
made
good
cheer
with
drink
and
feasting
,
as
long
as
the
guineas
lasted
which
had
come
from
the
proud
purse
of
the
mourning
old
father
.
In
the
Sergeant
's
company
,
who
was
also
just
convalescent
,
Osborne
made
the
journey
of
Waterloo
and
Quatre
Bras
,
a
journey
which
thousands
of
his
countrymen
were
then
taking
.
He
took
the
Sergeant
with
him
in
his
carriage
,
and
went
through
both
fields
under
his
guidance
.
He
saw
the
point
of
the
road
where
the
regiment
marched
into
action
on
the
16th
,
and
the
slope
down
which
they
drove
the
French
cavalry
who
were
pressing
on
the
retreating
Belgians
.
There
was
the
spot
where
the
noble
Captain
cut
down
the
French
officer
who
was
grappling
with
the
young
Ensign
for
the
colours
,
the
Colour-Sergeants
having
been
shot
down
.
Along
this
road
they
retreated
on
the
next
day
,
and
here
was
the
bank
at
which
the
regiment
bivouacked
under
the
rain
of
the
night
of
the
seventeenth
.
Further
on
was
the
position
which
they
took
and
held
during
the
day
,
forming
time
after
time
to
receive
the
charge
of
the
enemy
's
horsemen
and
lying
down
under
the
shelter
of
the
bank
from
the
furious
French
cannonade
.
And
it
was
at
this
declivity
when
at
evening
the
whole
English
line
received
the
order
to
advance
,
as
the
enemy
fell
back
after
his
last
charge
,
that
the
Captain
,
hurraying
and
rushing
down
the
hill
waving
his
sword
,
received
a
shot
and
fell
dead
.
"
It
was
Major
Dobbin
who
took
back
the
Captain
's
body
to
Brussels
,
"
the
Sergeant
said
,
in
a
low
voice
,
"
and
had
him
buried
,
as
your
honour
knows
.
"
The
peasants
and
relic-hunters
about
the
place
were
screaming
round
the
pair
,
as
the
soldier
told
his
story
,
offering
for
sale
all
sorts
of
mementoes
of
the
fight
,
crosses
,
and
epaulets
,
and
shattered
cuirasses
,
and
eagles
.
Osborne
gave
a
sumptuous
reward
to
the
Sergeant
when
he
parted
with
him
,
after
having
visited
the
scenes
of
his
son
's
last
exploits
.
His
burial-place
he
had
already
seen
.
Indeed
,
he
had
driven
thither
immediately
after
his
arrival
at
Brussels
.
George
's
body
lay
in
the
pretty
burial-ground
of
Laeken
,
near
the
city
;
in
which
place
,
having
once
visited
it
on
a
party
of
pleasure
,
he
had
lightly
expressed
a
wish
to
have
his
grave
made
.
And
there
the
young
officer
was
laid
by
his
friend
,
in
the
unconsecrated
corner
of
the
garden
,
separated
by
a
little
hedge
from
the
temples
and
towers
and
plantations
of
flowers
and
shrubs
,
under
which
the
Roman
Catholic
dead
repose
.
It
seemed
a
humiliation
to
old
Osborne
to
think
that
his
son
,
an
English
gentleman
,
a
captain
in
the
famous
British
army
,
should
not
be
found
worthy
to
lie
in
ground
where
mere
foreigners
were
buried
.
Which
of
us
is
there
can
tell
how
much
vanity
lurks
in
our
warmest
regard
for
others
,
and
how
selfish
our
love
is
?
Old
Osborne
did
not
speculate
much
upon
the
mingled
nature
of
his
feelings
,
and
how
his
instinct
and
selfishness
were
combating
together
.
He
firmly
believed
that
everything
he
did
was
right
,
that
he
ought
on
all
occasions
to
have
his
own
way
--
and
like
the
sting
of
a
wasp
or
serpent
his
hatred
rushed
out
armed
and
poisonous
against
anything
like
opposition
.
He
was
proud
of
his
hatred
as
of
everything
else
.
Always
to
be
right
,
always
to
trample
forward
,
and
never
to
doubt
,
are
not
these
the
great
qualities
with
which
dullness
takes
the
lead
in
the
world
?
As
after
the
drive
to
Waterloo
,
Mr.
Osborne
's
carriage
was
nearing
the
gates
of
the
city
at
sunset
,
they
met
another
open
barouche
,
in
which
were
a
couple
of
ladies
and
a
gentleman
,
and
by
the
side
of
which
an
officer
was
riding
.
Osborne
gave
a
start
back
,
and
the
Sergeant
,
seated
with
him
,
cast
a
look
of
surprise
at
his
neighbour
,
as
he
touched
his
cap
to
the
officer
,
who
mechanically
returned
his
salute
.
It
was
Amelia
,
with
the
lame
young
Ensign
by
her
side
,
and
opposite
to
her
her
faithful
friend
Mrs.
O'Dowd
.
It
was
Amelia
,
but
how
changed
from
the
fresh
and
comely
girl
Osborne
knew
.
Her
face
was
white
and
thin
.
Her
pretty
brown
hair
was
parted
under
a
widow
's
cap
--
the
poor
child
.
Her
eyes
were
fixed
,
and
looking
nowhere
.
They
stared
blank
in
the
face
of
Osborne
,
as
the
carriages
crossed
each
other
,
but
she
did
not
know
him
;
nor
did
he
recognise
her
,
until
looking
up
,
he
saw
Dobbin
riding
by
her
:
and
then
he
knew
who
it
was
.
He
hated
her
.
He
did
not
know
how
much
until
he
saw
her
there
.
When
her
carriage
had
passed
on
,
he
turned
and
stared
at
the
Sergeant
,
with
a
curse
and
defiance
in
his
eye
cast
at
his
companion
,
who
could
not
help
looking
at
him
--
as
much
as
to
say
"
How
dare
you
look
at
me
?
Damn
you
!
I
do
hate
her
.
It
is
she
who
has
tumbled
my
hopes
and
all
my
pride
down
.
"
"
Tell
the
scoundrel
to
drive
on
quick
,
"
he
shouted
with
an
oath
,
to
the
lackey
on
the
box
.
A
minute
afterwards
,
a
horse
came
clattering
over
the
pavement
behind
Osborne
's
carriage
,
and
Dobbin
rode
up
.
His
thoughts
had
been
elsewhere
as
the
carriages
passed
each
other
,
and
it
was
not
until
he
had
ridden
some
paces
forward
,
that
he
remembered
it
was
Osborne
who
had
just
passed
him
.
Then
he
turned
to
examine
if
the
sight
of
her
father-in-law
had
made
any
impression
on
Amelia
,
but
the
poor
girl
did
not
know
who
had
passed
.
Then
William
,
who
daily
used
to
accompany
her
in
his
drives
,
taking
out
his
watch
,
made
some
excuse
about
an
engagement
which
he
suddenly
recollected
,
and
so
rode
off
.
She
did
not
remark
that
either
:
but
sate
looking
before
her
,
over
the
homely
landscape
towards
the
woods
in
the
distance
,
by
which
George
marched
away
.
"
Mr.
Osborne
,
Mr.
Osborne
!
"
cried
Dobbin
,
as
he
rode
up
and
held
out
his
hand
.
