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To
part
with
him
all
day
,
to
send
him
out
to
the
mercy
of
a
schoolmaster
's
cane
and
his
schoolfellows
'
roughness
,
was
almost
like
weaning
him
over
again
to
that
weak
mother
,
so
tremulous
and
full
of
sensibility
.
He
,
for
his
part
,
rushed
off
to
the
school
with
the
utmost
happiness
.
He
was
longing
for
the
change
.
That
childish
gladness
wounded
his
mother
,
who
was
herself
so
grieved
to
part
with
him
.
She
would
rather
have
had
him
more
sorry
,
she
thought
,
and
then
was
deeply
repentant
within
herself
for
daring
to
be
so
selfish
as
to
wish
her
own
son
to
be
unhappy
.
Georgy
made
great
progress
in
the
school
,
which
was
kept
by
a
friend
of
his
mother
's
constant
admirer
,
the
Rev.
Mr.
Binny
.
He
brought
home
numberless
prizes
and
testimonials
of
ability
.
He
told
his
mother
countless
stories
every
night
about
his
school-companions
:
and
what
a
fine
fellow
Lyons
was
,
and
what
a
sneak
Sniffin
was
,
and
how
Steel
's
father
actually
supplied
the
meat
for
the
establishment
,
whereas
Golding
's
mother
came
in
a
carriage
to
fetch
him
every
Saturday
,
and
how
Neat
had
straps
to
his
trowsers
--
might
he
have
straps
?
--
and
how
Bull
Major
was
so
strong
(
though
only
in
Eutropius
)
that
it
was
believed
he
could
lick
the
Usher
,
Mr.
Ward
,
himself
.
So
Amelia
learned
to
know
every
one
of
the
boys
in
that
school
as
well
as
Georgy
himself
,
and
of
nights
she
used
to
help
him
in
his
exercises
and
puzzle
her
little
head
over
his
lessons
as
eagerly
as
if
she
was
herself
going
in
the
morning
into
the
presence
of
the
master
.
Once
,
after
a
certain
combat
with
Master
Smith
,
George
came
home
to
his
mother
with
a
black
eye
,
and
bragged
prodigiously
to
his
parent
and
his
delighted
old
grandfather
about
his
valour
in
the
fight
,
in
which
,
if
the
truth
was
known
he
did
not
behave
with
particular
heroism
,
and
in
which
he
decidedly
had
the
worst
.
But
Amelia
has
never
forgiven
that
Smith
to
this
day
,
though
he
is
now
a
peaceful
apothecary
near
Leicester
Square
.
In
these
quiet
labours
and
harmless
cares
the
gentle
widow
's
life
was
passing
away
,
a
silver
hair
or
two
marking
the
progress
of
time
on
her
head
and
a
line
deepening
ever
so
little
on
her
fair
forehead
.
She
used
to
smile
at
these
marks
of
time
.
"
What
matters
it
,
"
she
asked
,
"
For
an
old
woman
like
me
?
"
All
she
hoped
for
was
to
live
to
see
her
son
great
,
famous
,
and
glorious
,
as
he
deserved
to
be
.
She
kept
his
copy-books
,
his
drawings
,
and
compositions
,
and
showed
them
about
in
her
little
circle
as
if
they
were
miracles
of
genius
.
She
confided
some
of
these
specimens
to
Miss
Dobbin
,
to
show
them
to
Miss
Osborne
,
George
's
aunt
,
to
show
them
to
Mr.
Osborne
himself
--
to
make
that
old
man
repent
of
his
cruelty
and
ill
feeling
towards
him
who
was
gone
.
All
her
husband
's
faults
and
foibles
she
had
buried
in
the
grave
with
him
:
she
only
remembered
the
lover
,
who
had
married
her
at
all
sacrifices
,
the
noble
husband
,
so
brave
and
beautiful
,
in
whose
arms
she
had
hung
on
the
morning
when
he
had
gone
away
to
fight
,
and
die
gloriously
for
his
king
.
From
heaven
the
hero
must
be
smiling
down
upon
that
paragon
of
a
boy
whom
he
had
left
to
comfort
and
console
her
.
We
have
seen
how
one
of
George
's
grandfathers
(
Mr.
Osborne
)
,
in
his
easy
chair
in
Russell
Square
,
daily
grew
more
violent
and
moody
,
and
how
his
daughter
,
with
her
fine
carriage
,
and
her
fine
horses
,
and
her
name
on
half
the
public
charity-lists
of
the
town
,
was
a
lonely
,
miserable
,
persecuted
old
maid
.
She
thought
again
and
again
of
the
beautiful
little
boy
,
her
brother
's
son
,
whom
she
had
seen
.
She
longed
to
be
allowed
to
drive
in
the
fine
carriage
to
the
house
in
which
he
lived
,
and
she
used
to
look
out
day
after
day
as
she
took
her
solitary
drive
in
the
park
,
in
hopes
that
she
might
see
him
.
Her
sister
,
the
banker
's
lady
,
occasionally
condescended
to
pay
her
old
home
and
companion
a
visit
in
Russell
Square
.
She
brought
a
couple
of
sickly
children
attended
by
a
prim
nurse
,
and
in
a
faint
genteel
giggling
tone
cackled
to
her
sister
about
her
fine
acquaintance
,
and
how
her
little
Frederick
was
the
image
of
Lord
Claud
Lollypop
and
her
sweet
Maria
had
been
noticed
by
the
Baroness
as
they
were
driving
in
their
donkey-chaise
at
Roehampton
.
She
urged
her
to
make
her
papa
do
something
for
the
darlings
.
Frederick
she
had
determined
should
go
into
the
Guards
;
and
if
they
made
an
elder
son
of
him
(
and
Mr.
Bullock
was
positively
ruining
and
pinching
himself
to
death
to
buy
land
)
,
how
was
the
darling
girl
to
be
provided
for
?
"
I
expect
YOU
,
dear
,
"
Mrs.
Bullock
would
say
,
"
for
of
course
my
share
of
our
Papa
's
property
must
go
to
the
head
of
the
house
,
you
know
.
Dear
Rhoda
McMull
will
disengage
the
whole
of
the
Castletoddy
property
as
soon
as
poor
dear
Lord
Castletoddy
dies
,
who
is
quite
epileptic
;
and
little
Macduff
McMull
will
be
Viscount
Castletoddy
.
Both
the
Mr.
Bludyers
of
Mincing
Lane
have
settled
their
fortunes
on
Fanny
Bludyer
's
little
boy
.
My
darling
Frederick
must
positively
be
an
eldest
son
;
and
--
and
do
ask
Papa
to
bring
us
back
his
account
in
Lombard
Street
,
will
you
,
dear
?
It
does
n't
look
well
,
his
going
to
Stumpy
and
Rowdy
's
.
"
After
which
kind
of
speeches
,
in
which
fashion
and
the
main
chance
were
blended
together
,
and
after
a
kiss
,
which
was
like
the
contact
of
an
oyster
--
Mrs.
Frederick
Bullock
would
gather
her
starched
nurslings
and
simper
back
into
her
carriage
.
Every
visit
which
this
leader
of
ton
paid
to
her
family
was
more
unlucky
for
her
.
Her
father
paid
more
money
into
Stumpy
and
Rowdy
's
.
Her
patronage
became
more
and
more
insufferable
.
The
poor
widow
in
the
little
cottage
at
Brompton
,
guarding
her
treasure
there
,
little
knew
how
eagerly
some
people
coveted
it
.
On
that
night
when
Jane
Osborne
had
told
her
father
that
she
had
seen
his
grandson
,
the
old
man
had
made
her
no
reply
,
but
he
had
shown
no
anger
--
and
had
bade
her
good-night
on
going
himself
to
his
room
in
rather
a
kindly
voice
.
And
he
must
have
meditated
on
what
she
said
and
have
made
some
inquiries
of
the
Dobbin
family
regarding
her
visit
,
for
a
fortnight
after
it
took
place
,
he
asked
her
where
was
her
little
French
watch
and
chain
she
used
to
wear
?
"
I
bought
it
with
my
money
,
sir
,
"
she
said
in
a
great
fright
.
