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In
Russell
Square
everybody
was
afraid
of
Mr.
Osborne
,
and
Mr.
Osborne
was
afraid
of
Georgy
.
The
boy
's
dashing
manners
,
and
offhand
rattle
about
books
and
learning
,
his
likeness
to
his
father
(
dead
unreconciled
in
Brussels
yonder
)
awed
the
old
gentleman
and
gave
the
young
boy
the
mastery
.
The
old
man
would
start
at
some
hereditary
feature
or
tone
unconsciously
used
by
the
little
lad
,
and
fancy
that
George
's
father
was
again
before
him
.
He
tried
by
indulgence
to
the
grandson
to
make
up
for
harshness
to
the
elder
George
.
People
were
surprised
at
his
gentleness
to
the
boy
.
He
growled
and
swore
at
Miss
Osborne
as
usual
,
and
would
smile
when
George
came
down
late
for
breakfast
.
Miss
Osborne
,
George
's
aunt
,
was
a
faded
old
spinster
,
broken
down
by
more
than
forty
years
of
dulness
and
coarse
usage
.
It
was
easy
for
a
lad
of
spirit
to
master
her
.
And
whenever
George
wanted
anything
from
her
,
from
the
jam-pots
in
her
cupboards
to
the
cracked
and
dry
old
colours
in
her
paint-box
(
the
old
paint-box
which
she
had
had
when
she
was
a
pupil
of
Mr.
Smee
and
was
still
almost
young
and
blooming
)
,
Georgy
took
possession
of
the
object
of
his
desire
,
which
obtained
,
he
took
no
further
notice
of
his
aunt
.
For
his
friends
and
cronies
,
he
had
a
pompous
old
schoolmaster
,
who
flattered
him
,
and
a
toady
,
his
senior
,
whom
he
could
thrash
.
It
was
dear
Mrs.
Todd
's
delight
to
leave
him
with
her
youngest
daughter
,
Rosa
Jemima
,
a
darling
child
of
eight
years
old
.
The
little
pair
looked
so
well
together
,
she
would
say
(
but
not
to
the
folks
in
"
the
Square
,
"
we
may
be
sure
)
"
who
knows
what
might
happen
?
Do
n't
they
make
a
pretty
little
couple
?
"
the
fond
mother
thought
.
The
broken-spirited
,
old
,
maternal
grandfather
was
likewise
subject
to
the
little
tyrant
.
He
could
not
help
respecting
a
lad
who
had
such
fine
clothes
and
rode
with
a
groom
behind
him
.
Georgy
,
on
his
side
,
was
in
the
constant
habit
of
hearing
coarse
abuse
and
vulgar
satire
levelled
at
John
Sedley
by
his
pitiless
old
enemy
,
Mr.
Osborne
.
Osborne
used
to
call
the
other
the
old
pauper
,
the
old
coal-man
,
the
old
bankrupt
,
and
by
many
other
such
names
of
brutal
contumely
.
How
was
little
George
to
respect
a
man
so
prostrate
?
A
few
months
after
he
was
with
his
paternal
grandfather
,
Mrs.
Sedley
died
.
There
had
been
little
love
between
her
and
the
child
.
He
did
not
care
to
show
much
grief
.
He
came
down
to
visit
his
mother
in
a
fine
new
suit
of
mourning
,
and
was
very
angry
that
he
could
not
go
to
a
play
upon
which
he
had
set
his
heart
.
The
illness
of
that
old
lady
had
been
the
occupation
and
perhaps
the
safeguard
of
Amelia
.
What
do
men
know
about
women
's
martyrdoms
?
We
should
go
mad
had
we
to
endure
the
hundredth
part
of
those
daily
pains
which
are
meekly
borne
by
many
women
.
Ceaseless
slavery
meeting
with
no
reward
;
constant
gentleness
and
kindness
met
by
cruelty
as
constant
;
love
,
labour
,
patience
,
watchfulness
,
without
even
so
much
as
the
acknowledgement
of
a
good
word
;
all
this
,
how
many
of
them
have
to
bear
in
quiet
,
and
appear
abroad
with
cheerful
faces
as
if
they
felt
nothing
.
Tender
slaves
that
they
are
,
they
must
needs
be
hypocrites
and
weak
.
From
her
chair
Amelia
's
mother
had
taken
to
her
bed
,
which
she
had
never
left
,
and
from
which
Mrs.
Osborne
herself
was
never
absent
except
when
she
ran
to
see
George
.
The
old
lady
grudged
her
even
those
rare
visits
;
she
,
who
had
been
a
kind
,
smiling
,
good-natured
mother
once
,
in
the
days
of
her
prosperity
,
but
whom
poverty
and
infirmities
had
broken
down
.
Her
illness
or
estrangement
did
not
affect
Amelia
.
They
rather
enabled
her
to
support
the
other
calamity
under
which
she
was
suffering
,
and
from
the
thoughts
of
which
she
was
kept
by
the
ceaseless
calls
of
the
invalid
.
Amelia
bore
her
harshness
quite
gently
;
smoothed
the
uneasy
pillow
;
was
always
ready
with
a
soft
answer
to
the
watchful
,
querulous
voice
;
soothed
the
sufferer
with
words
of
hope
,
such
as
her
pious
simple
heart
could
best
feel
and
utter
,
and
closed
the
eyes
that
had
once
looked
so
tenderly
upon
her
.
Then
all
her
time
and
tenderness
were
devoted
to
the
consolation
and
comfort
of
the
bereaved
old
father
,
who
was
stunned
by
the
blow
which
had
befallen
him
,
and
stood
utterly
alone
in
the
world
.
His
wife
,
his
honour
,
his
fortune
,
everything
he
loved
best
had
fallen
away
from
him
.
