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There
was
only
Amelia
to
stand
by
and
support
with
her
gentle
arms
the
tottering
,
heart-broken
old
man
.
We
are
not
going
to
write
the
history
:
it
would
be
too
dreary
and
stupid
.
I
can
see
Vanity
Fair
yawning
over
it
d'avance
.
One
day
as
the
young
gentlemen
were
assembled
in
the
study
at
the
Rev.
Mr.
Veal
's
,
and
the
domestic
chaplain
to
the
Right
Honourable
the
Earl
of
Bareacres
was
spouting
away
as
usual
,
a
smart
carriage
drove
up
to
the
door
decorated
with
the
statue
of
Athene
,
and
two
gentlemen
stepped
out
.
The
young
Masters
Bangles
rushed
to
the
window
with
a
vague
notion
that
their
father
might
have
arrived
from
Bombay
.
The
great
hulking
scholar
of
three-and-twenty
,
who
was
crying
secretly
over
a
passage
of
Eutropius
,
flattened
his
neglected
nose
against
the
panes
and
looked
at
the
drag
,
as
the
laquais
de
place
sprang
from
the
box
and
let
out
the
persons
in
the
carriage
.
"
It
's
a
fat
one
and
a
thin
one
,
"
Mr.
Bluck
said
as
a
thundering
knock
came
to
the
door
.
Everybody
was
interested
,
from
the
domestic
chaplain
himself
,
who
hoped
he
saw
the
fathers
of
some
future
pupils
,
down
to
Master
Georgy
,
glad
of
any
pretext
for
laying
his
book
down
.
The
boy
in
the
shabby
livery
with
the
faded
copper
buttons
,
who
always
thrust
himself
into
the
tight
coat
to
open
the
door
,
came
into
the
study
and
said
,
"
Two
gentlemen
want
to
see
Master
Osborne
"
The
professor
had
had
a
trifling
altercation
in
the
morning
with
that
young
gentleman
,
owing
to
a
difference
about
the
introduction
of
crackers
in
school-time
;
but
his
face
resumed
its
habitual
expression
of
bland
courtesy
as
he
said
,
"
Master
Osborne
,
I
give
you
full
permission
to
go
and
see
your
carriage
friends
--
to
whom
I
beg
you
to
convey
the
respectful
compliments
of
myself
and
Mrs.
Veal
.
"
Georgy
went
into
the
reception-room
and
saw
two
strangers
,
whom
he
looked
at
with
his
head
up
,
in
his
usual
haughty
manner
.
One
was
fat
,
with
mustachios
,
and
the
other
was
lean
and
long
,
in
a
blue
frock-coat
,
with
a
brown
face
and
a
grizzled
head
.
"
My
God
,
how
like
he
is
!
"
said
the
long
gentleman
with
a
start
.
"
Can
you
guess
who
we
are
,
George
?
"
The
boy
's
face
flushed
up
,
as
it
did
usually
when
he
was
moved
,
and
his
eyes
brightened
.
"
I
do
n't
know
the
other
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
I
should
think
you
must
be
Major
Dobbin
.
"
Indeed
it
was
our
old
friend
.
His
voice
trembled
with
pleasure
as
he
greeted
the
boy
,
and
taking
both
the
other
's
hands
in
his
own
,
drew
the
lad
to
him
.
