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"
And
so
he
went
on
riding
with
her
,
and
copying
music
and
verses
into
her
albums
,
and
playing
at
chess
with
her
very
submissively
;
for
it
is
with
these
simple
amusements
that
some
officers
in
India
are
accustomed
to
while
away
their
leisure
moments
,
while
others
of
a
less
domestic
turn
hunt
hogs
,
and
shoot
snipes
,
or
gamble
and
smoke
cheroots
,
and
betake
themselves
to
brandy-and-water
.
As
for
Sir
Michael
O'Dowd
,
though
his
lady
and
her
sister
both
urged
him
to
call
upon
the
Major
to
explain
himself
and
not
keep
on
torturing
a
poor
innocent
girl
in
that
shameful
way
,
the
old
soldier
refused
point-blank
to
have
anything
to
do
with
the
conspiracy
.
"
Faith
,
the
Major
's
big
enough
to
choose
for
himself
,
"
Sir
Michael
said
;
"
he
'll
ask
ye
when
he
wants
ye
"
;
or
else
he
would
turn
the
matter
off
jocularly
,
declaring
that
"
Dobbin
was
too
young
to
keep
house
,
and
had
written
home
to
ask
lave
of
his
mamma
.
"
Nay
,
he
went
farther
,
and
in
private
communications
with
his
Major
would
caution
and
rally
him
,
crying
,
"
Mind
your
oi
,
Dob
,
my
boy
,
them
girls
is
bent
on
mischief
--
me
Lady
has
just
got
a
box
of
gowns
from
Europe
,
and
there
's
a
pink
satin
for
Glorvina
,
which
will
finish
ye
,
Dob
,
if
it
's
in
the
power
of
woman
or
satin
to
move
ye
.
"
But
the
truth
is
,
neither
beauty
nor
fashion
could
conquer
him
.
Our
honest
friend
had
but
one
idea
of
a
woman
in
his
head
,
and
that
one
did
not
in
the
least
resemble
Miss
Glorvina
O'Dowd
in
pink
satin
.
A
gentle
little
woman
in
black
,
with
large
eyes
and
brown
hair
,
seldom
speaking
,
save
when
spoken
to
,
and
then
in
a
voice
not
the
least
resembling
Miss
Glorvina
's
--
a
soft
young
mother
tending
an
infant
and
beckoning
the
Major
up
with
a
smile
to
look
at
him
--
a
rosy-cheeked
lass
coming
singing
into
the
room
in
Russell
Square
or
hanging
on
George
Osborne
's
arm
,
happy
and
loving
--
there
was
but
this
image
that
filled
our
honest
Major
's
mind
,
by
day
and
by
night
,
and
reigned
over
it
always
.
Very
likely
Amelia
was
not
like
the
portrait
the
Major
had
formed
of
her
:
there
was
a
figure
in
a
book
of
fashions
which
his
sisters
had
in
England
,
and
with
which
William
had
made
away
privately
,
pasting
it
into
the
lid
of
his
desk
,
and
fancying
he
saw
some
resemblance
to
Mrs.
Osborne
in
the
print
,
whereas
I
have
seen
it
,
and
can
vouch
that
it
is
but
the
picture
of
a
high-waisted
gown
with
an
impossible
doll
's
face
simpering
over
it
--
and
,
perhaps
,
Mr.
Dobbin
's
sentimental
Amelia
was
no
more
like
the
real
one
than
this
absurd
little
print
which
he
cherished
.
But
what
man
in
love
,
of
us
,
is
better
informed
?
--
or
is
he
much
happier
when
he
sees
and
owns
his
delusion
?
Dobbin
was
under
this
spell
.
He
did
not
bother
his
friends
and
the
public
much
about
his
feelings
,
or
indeed
lose
his
natural
rest
or
appetite
on
account
of
them
.
His
head
has
grizzled
since
we
saw
him
last
,
and
a
line
or
two
of
silver
may
be
seen
in
the
soft
brown
hair
likewise
.
But
his
feelings
are
not
in
the
least
changed
or
oldened
,
and
his
love
remains
as
fresh
as
a
man
's
recollections
of
boyhood
are
.
We
have
said
how
the
two
Misses
Dobbin
and
Amelia
,
the
Major
's
correspondents
in
Europe
,
wrote
him
letters
from
England
,
Mrs.
Osborne
congratulating
him
with
great
candour
and
cordiality
upon
his
approaching
nuptials
with
Miss
O'Dowd
.
"
Your
sister
has
just
kindly
visited
me
,
"
Amelia
wrote
in
her
letter
,
"
and
informed
me
of
an
INTERESTING
EVENT
,
upon
which
I
beg
to
offer
my
MOST
SINCERE
CONGRATULATIONS
.
I
hope
the
young
lady
to
whom
I
hear
you
are
to
be
UNITED
will
in
every
respect
prove
worthy
of
one
who
is
himself
all
kindness
and
goodness
.
The
poor
widow
has
only
her
prayers
to
offer
and
her
cordial
cordial
wishes
for
YOUR
PROSPERITY
!
Georgy
sends
his
love
to
HIS
DEAR
GODPAPA
and
hopes
that
you
will
not
forget
him
.
I
tell
him
that
you
are
about
to
form
OTHER
TIES
,
with
one
who
I
am
sure
merits
ALL
YOUR
AFFECTION
,
but
that
,
although
such
ties
must
of
course
be
the
strongest
and
most
sacred
,
and
supersede
ALL
OTHERS
,
yet
that
I
am
sure
the
widow
and
the
child
whom
you
have
ever
protected
and
loved
will
always
HAVE
A
CORNER
IN
YOUR
HEART
"
The
letter
,
which
has
been
before
alluded
to
,
went
on
in
this
strain
,
protesting
throughout
as
to
the
extreme
satisfaction
of
the
writer
.
This
letter
,
.
which
arrived
by
the
very
same
ship
which
brought
out
Lady
O'Dowd
's
box
of
millinery
from
London
(
and
which
you
may
be
sure
Dobbin
opened
before
any
one
of
the
other
packets
which
the
mail
brought
him
)
,
put
the
receiver
into
such
a
state
of
mind
that
Glorvina
,
and
her
pink
satin
,
and
everything
belonging
to
her
became
perfectly
odious
to
him
.
The
Major
cursed
the
talk
of
women
,
and
the
sex
in
general
.
Everything
annoyed
him
that
day
--
the
parade
was
insufferably
hot
and
wearisome
.
Good
heavens
!
was
a
man
of
intellect
to
waste
his
life
,
day
after
day
,
inspecting
cross-belts
and
putting
fools
through
their
manoeuvres
?
The
senseless
chatter
of
the
young
men
at
mess
was
more
than
ever
jarring
.
What
cared
he
,
a
man
on
the
high
road
to
forty
,
to
know
how
many
snipes
Lieutenant
Smith
had
shot
,
or
what
were
the
performances
of
Ensign
Brown
's
mare
?
The
jokes
about
the
table
filled
him
with
shame
.
He
was
too
old
to
listen
to
the
banter
of
the
assistant
surgeon
and
the
slang
of
the
youngsters
,
at
which
old
O'Dowd
,
with
his
bald
head
and
red
face
,
laughed
quite
easily
.
The
old
man
had
listened
to
those
jokes
any
time
these
thirty
years
--
Dobbin
himself
had
been
fifteen
years
hearing
them
.
And
after
the
boisterous
dulness
of
the
mess-table
,
the
quarrels
and
scandal
of
the
ladies
of
the
regiment
!
It
was
unbearable
,
shameful
.
"
O
Amelia
,
Amelia
,
"
he
thought
,
"
you
to
whom
I
have
been
so
faithful
--
you
reproach
me
!
It
is
because
you
can
not
feel
for
me
that
I
drag
on
this
wearisome
life
.
And
you
reward
me
after
years
of
devotion
by
giving
me
your
blessing
upon
my
marriage
,
forsooth
,
with
this
flaunting
Irish
girl
!
"
Sick
and
sorry
felt
poor
William
;
more
than
ever
wretched
and
lonely
.
He
would
like
to
have
done
with
life
and
its
vanity
altogether
--
so
bootless
and
unsatisfactory
the
struggle
,
so
cheerless
and
dreary
the
prospect
seemed
to
him
.
He
lay
all
that
night
sleepless
,
and
yearning
to
go
home
.
Amelia
's
letter
had
fallen
as
a
blank
upon
him
.
No
fidelity
,
no
constant
truth
and
passion
,
could
move
her
into
warmth
.
She
would
not
see
that
he
loved
her
.
Tossing
in
his
bed
,
he
spoke
out
to
her
.
"
Good
God
,
Amelia
!
"
he
said
,
"
do
n't
you
know
that
I
only
love
you
in
the
world
--
you
,
who
are
a
stone
to
me
--
you
,
whom
I
tended
through
months
and
months
of
illness
and
grief
,
and
who
bade
me
farewell
with
a
smile
on
your
face
,
and
forgot
me
before
the
door
shut
between
us
!
"
The
native
servants
lying
outside
his
verandas
beheld
with
wonder
the
Major
,
so
cold
and
quiet
ordinarily
,
at
present
so
passionately
moved
and
cast
down
.
Would
she
have
pitied
him
had
she
seen
him
?
He
read
over
and
over
all
the
letters
which
he
ever
had
from
her
--
letters
of
business
relative
to
the
little
property
which
he
had
made
her
believe
her
husband
had
left
to
her
--
brief
notes
of
invitation
--
every
scrap
of
writing
that
she
had
ever
sent
to
him
--
how
cold
,
how
kind
,
how
hopeless
,
how
selfish
they
were
!
Had
there
been
some
kind
gentle
soul
near
at
hand
who
could
read
and
appreciate
this
silent
generous
heart
,
who
knows
but
that
the
reign
of
Amelia
might
have
been
over
,
and
that
friend
William
's
love
might
have
flowed
into
a
kinder
channel
?
But
there
was
only
Glorvina
of
the
jetty
ringlets
with
whom
his
intercourse
was
familiar
,
and
this
dashing
young
woman
was
not
bent
upon
loving
the
Major
,
but
rather
on
making
the
Major
admire
HER
--
a
most
vain
and
hopeless
task
,
too
,
at
least
considering
the
means
that
the
poor
girl
possessed
to
carry
it
out
.
She
curled
her
hair
and
showed
her
shoulders
at
him
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
did
ye
ever
see
such
jet
ringlets
and
such
a
complexion
?
She
grinned
at
him
so
that
he
might
see
that
every
tooth
in
her
head
was
sound
--
and
he
never
heeded
all
these
charms
.
Very
soon
after
the
arrival
of
the
box
of
millinery
,
and
perhaps
indeed
in
honour
of
it
,
Lady
O'Dowd
and
the
ladies
of
the
King
's
Regiment
gave
a
ball
to
the
Company
's
Regiments
and
the
civilians
at
the
station
.
Glorvina
sported
the
killing
pink
frock
,
and
the
Major
,
who
attended
the
party
and
walked
very
ruefully
up
and
down
the
rooms
,
never
so
much
as
perceived
the
pink
garment
.
Glorvina
danced
past
him
in
a
fury
with
all
the
young
subalterns
of
the
station
,
and
the
Major
was
not
in
the
least
jealous
of
her
performance
,
or
angry
because
Captain
Bangles
of
the
Cavalry
handed
her
to
supper
.
It
was
not
jealousy
,
or
frocks
,
or
shoulders
that
could
move
him
,
and
Glorvina
had
nothing
more
.
So
these
two
were
each
exemplifying
the
Vanity
of
this
life
,
and
each
longing
for
what
he
or
she
could
not
get
.
Glorvina
cried
with
rage
at
the
failure
.
She
had
set
her
mind
on
the
Major
"
more
than
on
any
of
the
others
,
"
she
owned
,
sobbing
.
"
He
'll
break
my
heart
,
he
will
,
Peggy
,
"
she
would
whimper
to
her
sister-in-law
when
they
were
good
friends
;
"
sure
every
one
of
me
frocks
must
be
taken
in
--
it
's
such
a
skeleton
I
'm
growing
.
"
Fat
or
thin
,
laughing
or
melancholy
,
on
horseback
or
the
music-stool
,
it
was
all
the
same
to
the
Major
.
