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And
he
described
what
the
Duke
did
and
said
on
every
conceivable
moment
of
the
day
of
Waterloo
,
with
such
an
accurate
knowledge
of
his
Grace
's
sentiments
and
proceedings
that
it
was
clear
he
must
have
been
by
the
conqueror
's
side
throughout
the
day
;
though
,
as
a
non-combatant
,
his
name
was
not
mentioned
in
the
public
documents
relative
to
the
battle
.
Perhaps
he
actually
worked
himself
up
to
believe
that
he
had
been
engaged
with
the
army
;
certain
it
is
that
he
made
a
prodigious
sensation
for
some
time
at
Calcutta
,
and
was
called
Waterloo
Sedley
during
the
whole
of
his
subsequent
stay
in
Bengal
.
The
bills
which
Jos
had
given
for
the
purchase
of
those
unlucky
horses
were
paid
without
question
by
him
and
his
agents
.
He
never
was
heard
to
allude
to
the
bargain
,
and
nobody
knows
for
a
certainty
what
became
of
the
horses
,
or
how
he
got
rid
of
them
,
or
of
Isidor
,
his
Belgian
servant
,
who
sold
a
grey
horse
,
very
like
the
one
which
Jos
rode
,
at
Valenciennes
sometime
during
the
autumn
of
1815
.
Jos
's
London
agents
had
orders
to
pay
one
hundred
and
twenty
pounds
yearly
to
his
parents
at
Fulham
.
It
was
the
chief
support
of
the
old
couple
;
for
Mr.
Sedley
's
speculations
in
life
subsequent
to
his
bankruptcy
did
not
by
any
means
retrieve
the
broken
old
gentleman
's
fortune
.
He
tried
to
be
a
wine-merchant
,
a
coal-merchant
,
a
commission
lottery
agent
,
&
c.
,
&
c
.
He
sent
round
prospectuses
to
his
friends
whenever
he
took
a
new
trade
,
and
ordered
a
new
brass
plate
for
the
door
,
and
talked
pompously
about
making
his
fortune
still
.
But
Fortune
never
came
back
to
the
feeble
and
stricken
old
man
.
One
by
one
his
friends
dropped
off
,
and
were
weary
of
buying
dear
coals
and
bad
wine
from
him
;
and
there
was
only
his
wife
in
all
the
world
who
fancied
,
when
he
tottered
off
to
the
City
of
a
morning
,
that
he
was
still
doing
any
business
there
.
At
evening
he
crawled
slowly
back
;
and
he
used
to
go
of
nights
to
a
little
club
at
a
tavern
,
where
he
disposed
of
the
finances
of
the
nation
.
It
was
wonderful
to
hear
him
talk
about
millions
,
and
agios
,
and
discounts
,
and
what
Rothschild
was
doing
,
and
Baring
Brothers
.
He
talked
of
such
vast
sums
that
the
gentlemen
of
the
club
(
the
apothecary
,
the
undertaker
,
the
great
carpenter
and
builder
,
the
parish
clerk
,
who
was
allowed
to
come
stealthily
,
and
Mr.
Clapp
,
our
old
acquaintance
,
)
respected
the
old
gentleman
.
"
I
was
better
off
once
,
sir
,
"
he
did
not
fail
to
tell
everybody
who
"
used
the
room
.
"
"
My
son
,
sir
,
is
at
this
minute
chief
magistrate
of
Ramgunge
in
the
Presidency
of
Bengal
,
and
touching
his
four
thousand
rupees
per
mensem
.
My
daughter
might
be
a
Colonel
's
lady
if
she
liked
.
I
might
draw
upon
my
son
,
the
first
magistrate
,
sir
,
for
two
thousand
pounds
to-morrow
,
and
Alexander
would
cash
my
bill
,
down
sir
,
down
on
the
counter
,
sir
.
But
the
Sedleys
were
always
a
proud
family
.
"
You
and
I
,
my
dear
reader
,
may
drop
into
this
condition
one
day
:
for
have
not
many
of
our
friends
attained
it
?
Our
luck
may
fail
:
our
powers
forsake
us
:
our
place
on
the
boards
be
taken
by
better
and
younger
mimes
--
the
chance
of
life
roll
away
and
leave
us
shattered
and
stranded
.
Then
men
will
walk
across
the
road
when
they
meet
you
--
or
,
worse
still
,
hold
you
out
a
couple
of
fingers
and
patronize
you
in
a
pitying
way
--
then
you
will
know
,
as
soon
as
your
back
is
turned
,
that
your
friend
begins
with
a
"
Poor
devil
,
what
imprudences
he
has
committed
,
what
chances
that
chap
has
thrown
away
!
"
Well
,
well
--
a
carriage
and
three
thousand
a
year
is
not
the
summit
of
the
reward
nor
the
end
of
God
's
judgment
of
men
.
If
quacks
prosper
as
often
as
they
go
to
the
wall
--
if
zanies
succeed
and
knaves
arrive
at
fortune
,
and
,
vice
versa
,
sharing
ill
luck
and
prosperity
for
all
the
world
like
the
ablest
and
most
honest
amongst
us
--
I
say
,
brother
,
the
gifts
and
pleasures
of
Vanity
Fair
can
not
be
held
of
any
great
account
,
and
that
it
is
probable
...
but
we
are
wandering
out
of
the
domain
of
the
story
.
Had
Mrs.
Sedley
been
a
woman
of
energy
,
she
would
have
exerted
it
after
her
husband
's
ruin
and
,
occupying
a
large
house
,
would
have
taken
in
boarders
.
The
broken
Sedley
would
have
acted
well
as
the
boarding-house
landlady
's
husband
;
the
Munoz
of
private
life
;
the
titular
lord
and
master
:
the
carver
,
house-steward
,
and
humble
husband
of
the
occupier
of
the
dingy
throne
.
I
have
seen
men
of
good
brains
and
breeding
,
and
of
good
hopes
and
vigour
once
,
who
feasted
squires
and
kept
hunters
in
their
youth
,
meekly
cutting
up
legs
of
mutton
for
rancorous
old
harridans
and
pretending
to
preside
over
their
dreary
tables
--
but
Mrs.
Sedley
,
we
say
,
had
not
spirit
enough
to
bustle
about
for
"
a
few
select
inmates
to
join
a
cheerful
musical
family
,
"
such
as
one
reads
of
in
the
Times
.
She
was
content
to
lie
on
the
shore
where
fortune
had
stranded
her
--
and
you
could
see
that
the
career
of
this
old
couple
was
over
.
I
do
n't
think
they
were
unhappy
.
Perhaps
they
were
a
little
prouder
in
their
downfall
than
in
their
prosperity
.
Mrs.
Sedley
was
always
a
great
person
for
her
landlady
,
Mrs.
Clapp
,
when
she
descended
and
passed
many
hours
with
her
in
the
basement
or
ornamented
kitchen
.
The
Irish
maid
Betty
Flanagan
's
bonnets
and
ribbons
,
her
sauciness
,
her
idleness
,
her
reckless
prodigality
of
kitchen
candles
,
her
consumption
of
tea
and
sugar
,
and
so
forth
occupied
and
amused
the
old
lady
almost
as
much
as
the
doings
of
her
former
household
,
when
she
had
Sambo
and
the
coachman
,
and
a
groom
,
and
a
footboy
,
and
a
housekeeper
with
a
regiment
of
female
domestics
--
her
former
household
,
about
which
the
good
lady
talked
a
hundred
times
a
day
.
And
besides
Betty
Flanagan
,
Mrs.
Sedley
had
all
the
maids-of-all-work
in
the
street
to
superintend
.
She
knew
how
each
tenant
of
the
cottages
paid
or
owed
his
little
rent
.
She
stepped
aside
when
Mrs.
Rougemont
the
actress
passed
with
her
dubious
family
.
She
flung
up
her
head
when
Mrs.
Pestler
,
the
apothecary
's
lady
,
drove
by
in
her
husband
's
professional
one-horse
chaise
.
She
had
colloquies
with
the
greengrocer
about
the
pennorth
of
turnips
which
Mr.
Sedley
loved
;
she
kept
an
eye
upon
the
milkman
and
the
baker
's
boy
;
and
made
visitations
to
the
butcher
,
who
sold
hundreds
of
oxen
very
likely
with
less
ado
than
was
made
about
Mrs.
Sedley
's
loin
of
mutton
:
and
she
counted
the
potatoes
under
the
joint
on
Sundays
,
on
which
days
,
dressed
in
her
best
,
she
went
to
church
twice
and
read
Blair
's
Sermons
in
the
evening
.
On
that
day
,
for
"
business
"
prevented
him
on
weekdays
from
taking
such
a
pleasure
,
it
was
old
Sedley
's
delight
to
take
out
his
little
grandson
Georgy
to
the
neighbouring
parks
or
Kensington
Gardens
,
to
see
the
soldiers
or
to
feed
the
ducks
.
Georgy
loved
the
redcoats
,
and
his
grandpapa
told
him
how
his
father
had
been
a
famous
soldier
,
and
introduced
him
to
many
sergeants
and
others
with
Waterloo
medals
on
their
breasts
,
to
whom
the
old
grandfather
pompously
presented
the
child
as
the
son
of
Captain
Osborne
of
the
--
th
,
who
died
gloriously
on
the
glorious
eighteenth
.
He
has
been
known
to
treat
some
of
these
non-commissioned
gentlemen
to
a
glass
of
porter
,
and
,
indeed
,
in
their
first
Sunday
walks
was
disposed
to
spoil
little
Georgy
,
sadly
gorging
the
boy
with
apples
and
parliament
,
to
the
detriment
of
his
health
--
until
Amelia
declared
that
George
should
never
go
out
with
his
grandpapa
unless
the
latter
promised
solemnly
,
and
on
his
honour
,
not
to
give
the
child
any
cakes
,
lollipops
,
or
stall
produce
whatever
.
