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She
had
had
a
little
black
profile
of
him
done
for
a
shilling
,
and
this
was
hung
up
by
the
side
of
another
portrait
over
her
bed
.
One
day
the
boy
came
on
his
accustomed
visit
,
galloping
down
the
little
street
at
Brompton
,
and
bringing
,
as
usual
,
all
the
inhabitants
to
the
windows
to
admire
his
splendour
,
and
with
great
eagerness
and
a
look
of
triumph
in
his
face
,
he
pulled
a
case
out
of
his
great-coat
--
it
was
a
natty
white
great-coat
,
with
a
cape
and
a
velvet
collar
--
pulled
out
a
red
morocco
case
,
which
he
gave
her
.
"
I
bought
it
with
my
own
money
,
Mamma
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
thought
you
'd
like
it
.
"
Amelia
opened
the
case
,
and
giving
a
little
cry
of
delighted
affection
,
seized
the
boy
and
embraced
him
a
hundred
times
.
It
was
a
miniature-of
himself
,
very
prettily
done
(
though
not
half
handsome
enough
,
we
may
be
sure
,
the
widow
thought
)
.
His
grandfather
had
wished
to
have
a
picture
of
him
by
an
artist
whose
works
,
exhibited
in
a
shop-window
,
in
Southampton
Row
,
had
caught
the
old
gentleman
's
eye
;
and
George
,
who
had
plenty
of
money
,
bethought
him
of
asking
the
painter
how
much
a
copy
of
the
little
portrait
would
cost
,
saying
that
he
would
pay
for
it
out
of
his
own
money
and
that
he
wanted
to
give
it
to
his
mother
.
The
pleased
painter
executed
it
for
a
small
price
,
and
old
Osborne
himself
,
when
he
heard
of
the
incident
,
growled
out
his
satisfaction
and
gave
the
boy
twice
as
many
sovereigns
as
he
paid
for
the
miniature
.
But
what
was
the
grandfather
's
pleasure
compared
to
Amelia
's
ecstacy
?
That
proof
of
the
boy
's
affection
charmed
her
so
that
she
thought
no
child
in
the
world
was
like
hers
for
goodness
.
For
long
weeks
after
,
the
thought
of
his
love
made
her
happy
.
She
slept
better
with
the
picture
under
her
pillow
,
and
how
many
many
times
did
she
kiss
it
and
weep
and
pray
over
it
!
A
small
kindness
from
those
she
loved
made
that
timid
heart
grateful
.
Since
her
parting
with
George
she
had
had
no
such
joy
and
consolation
.
At
his
new
home
Master
George
ruled
like
a
lord
;
at
dinner
he
invited
the
ladies
to
drink
wine
with
the
utmost
coolness
,
and
took
off
his
champagne
in
a
way
which
charmed
his
old
grandfather
.
"
Look
at
him
,
"
the
old
man
would
say
,
nudging
his
neighbour
with
a
delighted
purple
face
,
"
did
you
ever
see
such
a
chap
?
Lord
,
Lord
!
he
'll
be
ordering
a
dressing-case
next
,
and
razors
to
shave
with
;
I
'm
blessed
if
he
wo
n't
.
"
The
antics
of
the
lad
did
not
,
however
,
delight
Mr.
Osborne
's
friends
so
much
as
they
pleased
the
old
gentleman
.
It
gave
Mr.
Justice
Coffin
no
pleasure
to
hear
Georgy
cut
into
the
conversation
and
spoil
his
stories
.
Colonel
Fogey
was
not
interested
in
seeing
the
little
boy
half
tipsy
.
Mr.
Sergeant
Toffy
's
lady
felt
no
particular
gratitude
,
when
,
with
a
twist
of
his
elbow
,
he
tilted
a
glass
of
port-wine
over
her
yellow
satin
and
laughed
at
the
disaster
;
nor
was
she
better
pleased
,
although
old
Osborne
was
highly
delighted
,
when
Georgy
"
whopped
"
her
third
boy
(
a
young
gentleman
a
year
older
than
Georgy
,
and
by
chance
home
for
the
holidays
from
Dr.
Tickleus
's
at
Ealing
School
)
in
Russell
Square
.
George
's
grandfather
gave
the
boy
a
couple
of
sovereigns
for
that
feat
and
promised
to
reward
him
further
for
every
boy
above
his
own
size
and
age
whom
he
whopped
in
a
similar
manner
.
It
is
difficult
to
say
what
good
the
old
man
saw
in
these
combats
;
he
had
a
vague
notion
that
quarrelling
made
boys
hardy
,
and
that
tyranny
was
a
useful
accomplishment
for
them
to
learn
.
English
youth
have
been
so
educated
time
out
of
mind
,
and
we
have
hundreds
of
thousands
of
apologists
and
admirers
of
injustice
,
misery
,
and
brutality
,
as
perpetrated
among
children
.
Flushed
with
praise
and
victory
over
Master
Toffy
,
George
wished
naturally
to
pursue
his
conquests
further
,
and
one
day
as
he
was
strutting
about
in
prodigiously
dandified
new
clothes
,
near
St.
Pancras
,
and
a
young
baker
's
boy
made
sarcastic
comments
upon
his
appearance
,
the
youthful
patrician
pulled
off
his
dandy
jacket
with
great
spirit
,
and
giving
it
in
charge
to
the
friend
who
accompanied
him
(
Master
Todd
,
of
Great
Coram
Street
,
Russell
Square
,
son
of
the
junior
partner
of
the
house
of
Osborne
and
Co.
)
,
George
tried
to
whop
the
little
baker
.
But
the
chances
of
war
were
unfavourable
this
time
,
and
the
little
baker
whopped
Georgy
,
who
came
home
with
a
rueful
black
eye
and
all
his
fine
shirt
frill
dabbled
with
the
claret
drawn
from
his
own
little
nose
.
He
told
his
grandfather
that
he
had
been
in
combat
with
a
giant
,
and
frightened
his
poor
mother
at
Brompton
with
long
,
and
by
no
means
authentic
,
accounts
of
the
battle
.
This
young
Todd
,
of
Coram
Street
,
Russell
Square
,
was
Master
George
's
great
friend
and
admirer
.
They
both
had
a
taste
for
painting
theatrical
characters
;
for
hardbake
and
raspberry
tarts
;
for
sliding
and
skating
in
the
Regent
's
Park
and
the
Serpentine
,
when
the
weather
permitted
;
for
going
to
the
play
,
whither
they
were
often
conducted
,
by
Mr.
Osborne
's
orders
,
by
Rowson
,
Master
George
's
appointed
body-servant
,
with
whom
they
sat
in
great
comfort
in
the
pit
.
