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And
the
Colonel
,
puffing
his
pipe
and
listening
to
these
complaints
,
would
suggest
that
Glory
should
have
some
black
frocks
out
in
the
next
box
from
London
,
and
told
a
mysterious
story
of
a
lady
in
Ireland
who
died
of
grief
for
the
loss
of
her
husband
before
she
got
ere
a
one
.
While
the
Major
was
going
on
in
this
tantalizing
way
,
not
proposing
,
and
declining
to
fall
in
love
,
there
came
another
ship
from
Europe
bringing
letters
on
board
,
and
amongst
them
some
more
for
the
heartless
man
.
These
were
home
letters
bearing
an
earlier
postmark
than
that
of
the
former
packets
,
and
as
Major
Dobbin
recognized
among
his
the
handwriting
of
his
sister
,
who
always
crossed
and
recrossed
her
letters
to
her
brother
--
gathered
together
all
the
possible
bad
news
which
she
could
collect
,
abused
him
and
read
him
lectures
with
sisterly
frankness
,
and
always
left
him
miserable
for
the
day
after
"
dearest
William
"
had
achieved
the
perusal
of
one
of
her
epistles
--
the
truth
must
be
told
that
dearest
William
did
not
hurry
himself
to
break
the
seal
of
Miss
Dobbin
's
letter
,
but
waited
for
a
particularly
favourable
day
and
mood
for
doing
so
.
A
fortnight
before
,
moreover
,
he
had
written
to
scold
her
for
telling
those
absurd
stories
to
Mrs.
Osborne
,
and
had
despatched
a
letter
in
reply
to
that
lady
,
undeceiving
her
with
respect
to
the
reports
concerning
him
and
assuring
her
that
"
he
had
no
sort
of
present
intention
of
altering
his
condition
.
"
Two
or
three
nights
after
the
arrival
of
the
second
package
of
letters
,
the
Major
had
passed
the
evening
pretty
cheerfully
at
Lady
O'Dowd
's
house
,
where
Glorvina
thought
that
he
listened
with
rather
more
attention
than
usual
to
the
Meeting
of
the
Wathers
,
the
Minsthrel
Boy
,
and
one
or
two
other
specimens
of
song
with
which
she
favoured
him
(
the
truth
is
,
he
was
no
more
listening
to
Glorvina
than
to
the
howling
of
the
jackals
in
the
moonlight
outside
,
and
the
delusion
was
hers
as
usual
)
,
and
having
played
his
game
at
chess
with
her
(
cribbage
with
the
surgeon
was
Lady
O'Dowd
's
favourite
evening
pastime
)
,
Major
Dobbin
took
leave
of
the
Colonel
's
family
at
his
usual
hour
and
retired
to
his
own
house
.
There
on
his
table
,
his
sister
's
letter
lay
reproaching
him
.
He
took
it
up
,
ashamed
rather
of
his
negligence
regarding
it
,
and
prepared
himself
for
a
disagreeable
hour
's
communing
with
that
crabbed-handed
absent
relative
...
It
may
have
been
an
hour
after
the
Major
's
departure
from
the
Colonel
's
house
--
Sir
Michael
was
sleeping
the
sleep
of
the
just
;
Glorvina
had
arranged
her
black
ringlets
in
the
innumerable
little
bits
of
paper
,
in
which
it
was
her
habit
to
confine
them
;
Lady
O'Dowd
,
too
,
had
gone
to
her
bed
in
the
nuptial
chamber
,
on
the
ground-floor
,
and
had
tucked
her
musquito
curtains
round
her
fair
form
,
when
the
guard
at
the
gates
of
the
Commanding-Officer
's
compound
beheld
Major
Dobbin
,
in
the
moonlight
,
rushing
towards
the
house
with
a
swift
step
and
a
very
agitated
countenance
,
and
he
passed
the
sentinel
and
went
up
to
the
windows
of
the
Colonel
's
bedchamber
.
"
O'Dowd
--
Colonel
!
"
said
Dobbin
and
kept
up
a
great
shouting
.
"
Heavens
,
Meejor
!
"
said
Glorvina
of
the
curl-papers
,
putting
out
her
head
too
,
from
her
window
.
"
What
is
it
,
Dob
,
me
boy
?
"
said
the
Colonel
,
expecting
there
was
a
fire
in
the
station
,
or
that
the
route
had
come
from
headquarters
.
"
I
--
I
must
have
leave
of
absence
.
I
must
go
to
England
--
on
the
most
urgent
private
affairs
,
"
Dobbin
said
.
