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So
she
determined
with
all
her
might
and
strength
to
try
and
make
her
old
father
happy
.
She
slaved
,
toiled
,
patched
,
and
mended
,
sang
and
played
backgammon
,
read
out
the
newspaper
,
cooked
dishes
,
for
old
Sedley
,
walked
him
out
sedulously
into
Kensington
Gardens
or
the
Brompton
Lanes
,
listened
to
his
stories
with
untiring
smiles
and
affectionate
hypocrisy
,
or
sat
musing
by
his
side
and
communing
with
her
own
thoughts
and
reminiscences
,
as
the
old
man
,
feeble
and
querulous
,
sunned
himself
on
the
garden
benches
and
prattled
about
his
wrongs
or
his
sorrows
.
What
sad
,
unsatisfactory
thoughts
those
of
the
widow
were
!
The
children
running
up
and
down
the
slopes
and
broad
paths
in
the
gardens
reminded
her
of
George
,
who
was
taken
from
her
;
the
first
George
was
taken
from
her
;
her
selfish
,
guilty
love
,
in
both
instances
,
had
been
rebuked
and
bitterly
chastised
.
She
strove
to
think
it
was
right
that
she
should
be
so
punished
.
She
was
such
a
miserable
wicked
sinner
.
She
was
quite
alone
in
the
world
.
I
know
that
the
account
of
this
kind
of
solitary
imprisonment
is
insufferably
tedious
,
unless
there
is
some
cheerful
or
humorous
incident
to
enliven
it
--
a
tender
gaoler
,
for
instance
,
or
a
waggish
commandant
of
the
fortress
,
or
a
mouse
to
come
out
and
play
about
Latude
's
beard
and
whiskers
,
or
a
subterranean
passage
under
the
castle
,
dug
by
Trenck
with
his
nails
and
a
toothpick
:
the
historian
has
no
such
enlivening
incident
to
relate
in
the
narrative
of
Amelia
's
captivity
.
Fancy
her
,
if
you
please
,
during
this
period
,
very
sad
,
but
always
ready
to
smile
when
spoken
to
;
in
a
very
mean
,
poor
,
not
to
say
vulgar
position
of
life
;
singing
songs
,
making
puddings
,
playing
cards
,
mending
stockings
,
for
her
old
father
's
benefit
.
So
,
never
mind
,
whether
she
be
a
heroine
or
no
;
or
you
and
I
,
however
old
,
scolding
,
and
bankrupt
--
may
we
have
in
our
last
days
a
kind
soft
shoulder
on
which
to
lean
and
a
gentle
hand
to
soothe
our
gouty
old
pillows
.
Old
Sedley
grew
very
fond
of
his
daughter
after
his
wife
's
death
,
and
Amelia
had
her
consolation
in
doing
her
duty
by
the
old
man
.
But
we
are
not
going
to
leave
these
two
people
long
in
such
a
low
and
ungenteel
station
of
life
.
Better
days
,
as
far
as
worldly
prosperity
went
,
were
in
store
for
both
.
Perhaps
the
ingenious
reader
has
guessed
who
was
the
stout
gentleman
who
called
upon
Georgy
at
his
school
in
company
with
our
old
friend
Major
Dobbin
.
It
was
another
old
acquaintance
returned
to
England
,
and
at
a
time
when
his
presence
was
likely
to
be
of
great
comfort
to
his
relatives
there
.
Major
Dobbin
having
easily
succeeded
in
getting
leave
from
his
good-natured
commandant
to
proceed
to
Madras
,
and
thence
probably
to
Europe
,
on
urgent
private
affairs
,
never
ceased
travelling
night
and
day
until
he
reached
his
journey
's
end
,
and
had
directed
his
march
with
such
celerity
that
he
arrived
at
Madras
in
a
high
fever
.
His
servants
who
accompanied
him
brought
him
to
the
house
of
the
friend
with
whom
he
had
resolved
to
stay
until
his
departure
for
Europe
in
a
state
of
delirium
;
and
it
was
thought
for
many
,
many
days
that
he
would
never
travel
farther
than
the
burying-ground
of
the
church
of
St.
George
's
,
where
the
troops
should
fire
a
salvo
over
his
grave
,
and
where
many
a
gallant
officer
lies
far
away
from
his
home
.
Here
,
as
the
poor
fellow
lay
tossing
in
his
fever
,
the
people
who
watched
him
might
have
heard
him
raving
about
Amelia
.
The
idea
that
he
should
never
see
her
again
depressed
him
in
his
lucid
hours
.
He
thought
his
last
day
was
come
,
and
he
made
his
solemn
preparations
for
departure
,
setting
his
affairs
in
this
world
in
order
and
leaving
the
little
property
of
which
he
was
possessed
to
those
whom
he
most
desired
to
benefit
.
The
friend
in
whose
house
he
was
located
witnessed
his
testament
.
He
desired
to
be
buried
with
a
little
brown
hair-chain
which
he
wore
round
his
neck
and
which
,
if
the
truth
must
be
known
,
he
had
got
from
Amelia
's
maid
at
Brussels
,
when
the
young
widow
's
hair
was
cut
off
,
during
the
fever
which
prostrated
her
after
the
death
of
George
Osborne
on
the
plateau
at
Mount
St.
John
.
He
recovered
,
rallied
,
relapsed
again
,
having
undergone
such
a
process
of
blood-letting
and
calomel
as
showed
the
strength
of
his
original
constitution
.
He
was
almost
a
skeleton
when
they
put
him
on
board
the
Ramchunder
East
Indiaman
,
Captain
Bragg
,
from
Calcutta
,
touching
at
Madras
,
and
so
weak
and
prostrate
that
his
friend
who
had
tended
him
through
his
illness
prophesied
that
the
honest
Major
would
never
survive
the
voyage
,
and
that
he
would
pass
some
morning
,
shrouded
in
flag
and
hammock
,
over
the
ship
's
side
,
and
carrying
down
to
the
sea
with
him
the
relic
that
he
wore
at
his
heart
.
But
whether
it
was
the
sea
air
,
or
the
hope
which
sprung
up
in
him
afresh
,
from
the
day
that
the
ship
spread
her
canvas
and
stood
out
of
the
roads
towards
home
,
our
friend
began
to
amend
,
and
he
was
quite
well
(
though
as
gaunt
as
a
greyhound
)
before
they
reached
the
Cape
.
"
Kirk
will
be
disappointed
of
his
majority
this
time
,
"
he
said
with
a
smile
;
"
he
will
expect
to
find
himself
gazetted
by
the
time
the
regiment
reaches
home
.
"
For
it
must
be
premised
that
while
the
Major
was
lying
ill
at
Madras
,
having
made
such
prodigious
haste
to
go
thither
,
the
gallant
--
th
,
which
had
passed
many
years
abroad
,
which
after
its
return
from
the
West
Indies
had
been
baulked
of
its
stay
at
home
by
the
Waterloo
campaign
,
and
had
been
ordered
from
Flanders
to
India
,
had
received
orders
home
;
and
the
Major
might
have
accompanied
his
comrades
,
had
he
chosen
to
wait
for
their
arrival
at
Madras
.
