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"
It
's
evident
the
poor
devil
's
in
love
with
me
,
"
thought
he
.
"
She
is
just
as
rich
as
most
of
the
girls
who
come
out
to
India
.
I
might
go
farther
,
and
fare
worse
,
egad
!
"
And
in
these
meditations
he
fell
asleep
.
How
Miss
Sharp
lay
awake
,
thinking
,
will
he
come
or
not
to-morrow
?
need
not
be
told
here
.
To-morrow
came
,
and
,
as
sure
as
fate
,
Mr.
Joseph
Sedley
made
his
appearance
before
luncheon
.
He
had
never
been
known
before
to
confer
such
an
honour
on
Russell
Square
.
George
Osborne
was
somehow
there
already
(
sadly
"
putting
out
"
Amelia
,
who
was
writing
to
her
twelve
dearest
friends
at
Chiswick
Mall
)
,
and
Rebecca
was
employed
upon
her
yesterday
's
work
.
As
Joe
's
buggy
drove
up
,
and
while
,
after
his
usual
thundering
knock
and
pompous
bustle
at
the
door
,
the
ex-Collector
of
Boggley
Wollah
laboured
up
stairs
to
the
drawing-room
,
knowing
glances
were
telegraphed
between
Osborne
and
Miss
Sedley
,
and
the
pair
,
smiling
archly
,
looked
at
Rebecca
,
who
actually
blushed
as
she
bent
her
fair
ringlets
over
her
knitting
.
How
her
heart
beat
as
Joseph
appeared
--
Joseph
,
puffing
from
the
staircase
in
shining
creaking
boots
--
Joseph
,
in
a
new
waistcoat
,
red
with
heat
and
nervousness
,
and
blushing
behind
his
wadded
neckcloth
.
It
was
a
nervous
moment
for
all
;
and
as
for
Amelia
,
I
think
she
was
more
frightened
than
even
the
people
most
concerned
.
Sambo
,
who
flung
open
the
door
and
announced
Mr.
Joseph
,
followed
grinning
,
in
the
Collector
's
rear
,
and
bearing
two
handsome
nosegays
of
flowers
,
which
the
monster
had
actually
had
the
gallantry
to
purchase
in
Covent
Garden
Market
that
morning
--
they
were
not
as
big
as
the
haystacks
which
ladies
carry
about
with
them
now-a-days
,
in
cones
of
filigree
paper
;
but
the
young
women
were
delighted
with
the
gift
,
as
Joseph
presented
one
to
each
,
with
an
exceedingly
solemn
bow
.
"
Bravo
,
Jos
!
"
cried
Osborne
.
"
Thank
you
,
dear
Joseph
,
"
said
Amelia
,
quite
ready
to
kiss
her
brother
,
if
he
were
so
minded
.
(
And
I
think
for
a
kiss
from
such
a
dear
creature
as
Amelia
,
I
would
purchase
all
Mr.
Lee
's
conservatories
out
of
hand
.
)
"
O
heavenly
,
heavenly
flowers
!
"
exclaimed
Miss
Sharp
,
and
smelt
them
delicately
,
and
held
them
to
her
bosom
,
and
cast
up
her
eyes
to
the
ceiling
,
in
an
ecstasy
of
admiration
.
Perhaps
she
just
looked
first
into
the
bouquet
,
to
see
whether
there
was
a
billet-doux
hidden
among
the
flowers
;
but
there
was
no
letter
.
"
Do
they
talk
the
language
of
flowers
at
Boggley
Wollah
,
Sedley
?
"
asked
Osborne
,
laughing
.
"
Pooh
,
nonsense
!
"
replied
the
sentimental
youth
.
"
Bought
'em
at
Nathan
's
;
very
glad
you
like
'em
;
and
eh
,
Amelia
,
my
dear
,
I
bought
a
pine-apple
at
the
same
time
,
which
I
gave
to
Sambo
.
Let
's
have
it
for
tiffin
;
very
cool
and
nice
this
hot
weather
.
"
Rebecca
said
she
had
never
tasted
a
pine
,
and
longed
beyond
everything
to
taste
one
.
So
the
conversation
went
on
.
