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"
Do
you
know
,
sir
,
Mrs.
Osborne
's
condition
?
Her
life
and
her
reason
almost
have
been
shaken
by
the
blow
which
has
fallen
on
her
.
It
is
very
doubtful
whether
she
will
rally
.
There
is
a
chance
left
for
her
,
however
,
and
it
is
about
this
I
came
to
speak
to
you
.
She
will
be
a
mother
soon
.
Will
you
visit
the
parent
's
offence
upon
the
child
's
head
?
or
will
you
forgive
the
child
for
poor
George
's
sake
?
"
Osborne
broke
out
into
a
rhapsody
of
self-praise
and
imprecations
;
--
by
the
first
,
excusing
himself
to
his
own
conscience
for
his
conduct
;
by
the
second
,
exaggerating
the
undutifulness
of
George
.
No
father
in
all
England
could
have
behaved
more
generously
to
a
son
,
who
had
rebelled
against
him
wickedly
.
He
had
died
without
even
so
much
as
confessing
he
was
wrong
.
Let
him
take
the
consequences
of
his
undutifulness
and
folly
.
As
for
himself
,
Mr.
Osborne
,
he
was
a
man
of
his
word
.
He
had
sworn
never
to
speak
to
that
woman
,
or
to
recognize
her
as
his
son
's
wife
.
"
And
that
's
what
you
may
tell
her
,
"
he
concluded
with
an
oath
;
"
and
that
's
what
I
will
stick
to
to
the
last
day
of
my
life
.
"
There
was
no
hope
from
that
quarter
then
.
The
widow
must
live
on
her
slender
pittance
,
or
on
such
aid
as
Jos
could
give
her
.
"
I
might
tell
her
,
and
she
would
not
heed
it
,
"
thought
Dobbin
,
sadly
:
for
the
poor
girl
's
thoughts
were
not
here
at
all
since
her
catastrophe
,
and
,
stupefied
under
the
pressure
of
her
sorrow
,
good
and
evil
were
alike
indifferent
to
her
.
So
,
indeed
,
were
even
friendship
and
kindness
.
She
received
them
both
uncomplainingly
,
and
having
accepted
them
,
relapsed
into
her
grief
.
Suppose
some
twelve
months
after
the
above
conversation
took
place
to
have
passed
in
the
life
of
our
poor
Amelia
.
She
has
spent
the
first
portion
of
that
time
in
a
sorrow
so
profound
and
pitiable
,
that
we
who
have
been
watching
and
describing
some
of
the
emotions
of
that
weak
and
tender
heart
,
must
draw
back
in
the
presence
of
the
cruel
grief
under
which
it
is
bleeding
.
Tread
silently
round
the
hapless
couch
of
the
poor
prostrate
soul
.
Shut
gently
the
door
of
the
dark
chamber
wherein
she
suffers
,
as
those
kind
people
did
who
nursed
her
through
the
first
months
of
her
pain
,
and
never
left
her
until
heaven
had
sent
her
consolation
.
A
day
came
--
of
almost
terrified
delight
and
wonder
--
when
the
poor
widowed
girl
pressed
a
child
upon
her
breast
--
a
child
,
with
the
eyes
of
George
who
was
gone
--
a
little
boy
,
as
beautiful
as
a
cherub
.
What
a
miracle
it
was
to
hear
its
first
cry
!
How
she
laughed
and
wept
over
it
--
how
love
,
and
hope
,
and
prayer
woke
again
in
her
bosom
as
the
baby
nestled
there
.
She
was
safe
.
The
doctors
who
attended
her
,
and
had
feared
for
her
life
or
for
her
brain
,
had
waited
anxiously
for
this
crisis
before
they
could
pronounce
that
either
was
secure
.
It
was
worth
the
long
months
of
doubt
and
dread
which
the
persons
who
had
constantly
been
with
her
had
passed
,
to
see
her
eyes
once
more
beaming
tenderly
upon
them
.
Our
friend
Dobbin
was
one
of
them
.
It
was
he
who
brought
her
back
to
England
and
to
her
mother
's
house
;
when
Mrs.
O'Dowd
,
receiving
a
peremptory
summons
from
her
Colonel
,
had
been
forced
to
quit
her
patient
.
To
see
Dobbin
holding
the
infant
,
and
to
hear
Amelia
's
laugh
of
triumph
as
she
watched
him
,
would
have
done
any
man
good
who
had
a
sense
of
humour
.
William
was
the
godfather
of
the
child
,
and
exerted
his
ingenuity
in
the
purchase
of
cups
,
spoons
,
pap-boats
,
and
corals
for
this
little
Christian
.
How
his
mother
nursed
him
,
and
dressed
him
,
and
lived
upon
him
;
how
she
drove
away
all
nurses
,
and
would
scarce
allow
any
hand
but
her
own
to
touch
him
;
how
she
considered
that
the
greatest
favour
she
could
confer
upon
his
godfather
,
Major
Dobbin
,
was
to
allow
the
Major
occasionally
to
dandle
him
,
need
not
be
told
here
.
This
child
was
her
being
.
Her
existence
was
a
maternal
caress
.
She
enveloped
the
feeble
and
unconscious
creature
with
love
and
worship
.
It
was
her
life
which
the
baby
drank
in
from
her
bosom
.
Of
nights
,
and
when
alone
,
she
had
stealthy
and
intense
raptures
of
motherly
love
,
such
as
God
's
marvellous
care
has
awarded
to
the
female
instinct
--
joys
how
far
higher
and
lower
than
reason
--
blind
beautiful
devotions
which
only
women
's
hearts
know
.
It
was
William
Dobbin
's
task
to
muse
upon
these
movements
of
Amelia
's
,
and
to
watch
her
heart
;
and
if
his
love
made
him
divine
almost
all
the
feelings
which
agitated
it
,
alas
!
he
could
see
with
a
fatal
perspicuity
that
there
was
no
place
there
for
him
.
And
so
,
gently
,
he
bore
his
fate
,
knowing
it
,
and
content
to
bear
it
.
