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Jane
Osborne
could
not
but
concur
in
these
opinions
respecting
her
sister
's
conduct
;
and
when
Mrs.
Frederick
's
first-born
,
Frederick
Augustus
Howard
Stanley
Devereux
Bullock
,
was
born
,
old
Osborne
,
who
was
invited
to
the
christening
and
to
be
godfather
,
contented
himself
with
sending
the
child
a
gold
cup
,
with
twenty
guineas
inside
it
for
the
nurse
.
"
That
's
more
than
any
of
your
Lords
will
give
,
I
'LL
warrant
,
"
he
said
and
refused
to
attend
at
the
ceremony
.
The
splendour
of
the
gift
,
however
,
caused
great
satisfaction
to
the
house
of
Bullock
.
Maria
thought
that
her
father
was
very
much
pleased
with
her
,
and
Frederick
augured
the
best
for
his
little
son
and
heir
.
One
can
fancy
the
pangs
with
which
Miss
Osborne
in
her
solitude
in
Russell
Square
read
the
Morning
Post
,
where
her
sister
's
name
occurred
every
now
and
then
,
in
the
articles
headed
"
Fashionable
Reunions
,
"
and
where
she
had
an
opportunity
of
reading
a
description
of
Mrs.
F.
Bullock
's
costume
,
when
presented
at
the
drawing
room
by
Lady
Frederica
Bullock
.
Jane
's
own
life
,
as
we
have
said
,
admitted
of
no
such
grandeur
.
It
was
an
awful
existence
.
She
had
to
get
up
of
black
winter
's
mornings
to
make
breakfast
for
her
scowling
old
father
,
who
would
have
turned
the
whole
house
out
of
doors
if
his
tea
had
not
been
ready
at
half-past
eight
.
She
remained
silent
opposite
to
him
,
listening
to
the
urn
hissing
,
and
sitting
in
tremor
while
the
parent
read
his
paper
and
consumed
his
accustomed
portion
of
muffins
and
tea
.
At
half-past
nine
he
rose
and
went
to
the
City
,
and
she
was
almost
free
till
dinner-time
,
to
make
visitations
in
the
kitchen
and
to
scold
the
servants
;
to
drive
abroad
and
descend
upon
the
tradesmen
,
who
were
prodigiously
respectful
;
to
leave
her
cards
and
her
papa
's
at
the
great
glum
respectable
houses
of
their
City
friends
;
or
to
sit
alone
in
the
large
drawing-room
,
expecting
visitors
;
and
working
at
a
huge
piece
of
worsted
by
the
fire
,
on
the
sofa
,
hard
by
the
great
Iphigenia
clock
,
which
ticked
and
tolled
with
mournful
loudness
in
the
dreary
room
.
The
great
glass
over
the
mantelpiece
,
faced
by
the
other
great
console
glass
at
the
opposite
end
of
the
room
,
increased
and
multiplied
between
them
the
brown
Holland
bag
in
which
the
chandelier
hung
,
until
you
saw
these
brown
Holland
bags
fading
away
in
endless
perspectives
,
and
this
apartment
of
Miss
Osborne
's
seemed
the
centre
of
a
system
of
drawing-rooms
.
When
she
removed
the
cordovan
leather
from
the
grand
piano
and
ventured
to
play
a
few
notes
on
it
,
it
sounded
with
a
mournful
sadness
,
startling
the
dismal
echoes
of
the
house
.
George
's
picture
was
gone
,
and
laid
upstairs
in
a
lumber-room
in
the
garret
;
and
though
there
was
a
consciousness
of
him
,
and
father
and
daughter
often
instinctively
knew
that
they
were
thinking
of
him
,
no
mention
was
ever
made
of
the
brave
and
once
darling
son
.
At
five
o'clock
Mr.
Osborne
came
back
to
his
dinner
,
which
he
and
his
daughter
took
in
silence
(
seldom
broken
,
except
when
he
swore
and
was
savage
,
if
the
cooking
was
not
to
his
liking
)
,
or
which
they
shared
twice
in
a
month
with
a
party
of
dismal
friends
of
Osborne
's
rank
and
age
.
Old
Dr.
Gulp
and
his
lady
from
Bloomsbury
Square
;
old
Mr.
Frowser
,
the
attorney
,
from
Bedford
Row
,
a
very
great
man
,
and
from
his
business
,
hand-in-glove
with
the
"
nobs
at
the
West
End
"
;
old
Colonel
Livermore
,
of
the
Bombay
Army
,
and
Mrs.
Livermore
,
from
Upper
Bedford
Place
;
old
Sergeant
Toffy
and
Mrs.
Toffy
;
and
sometimes
old
Sir
Thomas
Coffin
and
Lady
Coffin
,
from
Bedford
Square
.
Sir
Thomas
was
celebrated
as
a
hanging
judge
,
and
the
particular
tawny
port
was
produced
when
he
dined
with
Mr.
Osborne
.
These
people
and
their
like
gave
the
pompous
Russell
Square
merchant
pompous
dinners
back
again
.
They
had
solemn
rubbers
of
whist
,
when
they
went
upstairs
after
drinking
,
and
their
carriages
were
called
at
half
past
ten
.
Many
rich
people
,
whom
we
poor
devils
are
in
the
habit
of
envying
,
lead
contentedly
an
existence
like
that
above
described
.
Jane
Osborne
scarcely
ever
met
a
man
under
sixty
,
and
almost
the
only
bachelor
who
appeared
in
their
society
was
Mr.
Smirk
,
the
celebrated
ladies
'
doctor
.
I
ca
n't
say
that
nothing
had
occurred
to
disturb
the
monotony
of
this
awful
existence
:
the
fact
is
,
there
had
been
a
secret
in
poor
Jane
's
life
which
had
made
her
father
more
savage
and
morose
than
even
nature
,
pride
,
and
over-feeding
had
made
him
.
This
secret
was
connected
with
Miss
Wirt
,
who
had
a
cousin
an
artist
,
Mr.
Smee
,
very
celebrated
since
as
a
portrait-painter
and
R.A.
,
but
who
once
was
glad
enough
to
give
drawing
lessons
to
ladies
of
fashion
.
Mr.
Smee
has
forgotten
where
Russell
Square
is
now
,
but
he
was
glad
enough
to
visit
it
in
the
year
1818
,
when
Miss
Osborne
had
instruction
from
him
.
Smee
(
formerly
a
pupil
of
Sharpe
of
Frith
Street
,
a
dissolute
,
irregular
,
and
unsuccessful
man
,
but
a
man
with
great
knowledge
of
his
art
)
being
the
cousin
of
Miss
Wirt
,
we
say
,
and
introduced
by
her
to
Miss
Osborne
,
whose
hand
and
heart
were
still
free
after
various
incomplete
love
affairs
,
felt
a
great
attachment
for
this
lady
,
and
it
is
believed
inspired
one
in
her
bosom
.
Miss
Wirt
was
the
confidante
of
this
intrigue
.
I
know
not
whether
she
used
to
leave
the
room
where
the
master
and
his
pupil
were
painting
,
in
order
to
give
them
an
opportunity
for
exchanging
those
vows
and
sentiments
which
can
not
be
uttered
advantageously
in
the
presence
of
a
third
party
;
I
know
not
whether
she
hoped
that
should
her
cousin
succeed
in
carrying
off
the
rich
merchant
's
daughter
,
he
would
give
Miss
Wirt
a
portion
of
the
wealth
which
she
had
enabled
him
to
win
--
all
that
is
certain
is
that
Mr.
