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The
chaise
came
up
presently
,
and
the
Major
would
wait
no
longer
.
If
he
had
been
an
English
nobleman
travelling
on
a
pleasure
tour
,
or
a
newspaper
courier
bearing
dispatches
(
government
messages
are
generally
carried
much
more
quietly
)
,
he
could
not
have
travelled
more
quickly
.
The
post-boys
wondered
at
the
fees
he
flung
amongst
them
.
How
happy
and
green
the
country
looked
as
the
chaise
whirled
rapidly
from
mile-stone
to
mile-stone
,
through
neat
country
towns
where
landlords
came
out
to
welcome
him
with
smiles
and
bows
;
by
pretty
roadside
inns
,
where
the
signs
hung
on
the
elms
,
and
horses
and
waggoners
were
drinking
under
the
chequered
shadow
of
the
trees
;
by
old
halls
and
parks
;
rustic
hamlets
clustered
round
ancient
grey
churches
--
and
through
the
charming
friendly
English
landscape
.
Is
there
any
in
the
world
like
it
?
To
a
traveller
returning
home
it
looks
so
kind
--
it
seems
to
shake
hands
with
you
as
you
pass
through
it
.
Well
,
Major
Dobbin
passed
through
all
this
from
Southampton
to
London
,
and
without
noting
much
beyond
the
milestones
along
the
road
.
You
see
he
was
so
eager
to
see
his
parents
at
Camberwell
.
He
grudged
the
time
lost
between
Piccadilly
and
his
old
haunt
at
the
Slaughters
'
,
whither
he
drove
faithfully
.
Long
years
had
passed
since
he
saw
it
last
,
since
he
and
George
,
as
young
men
,
had
enjoyed
many
a
feast
,
and
held
many
a
revel
there
.
He
had
now
passed
into
the
stage
of
old-fellow-hood
.
His
hair
was
grizzled
,
and
many
a
passion
and
feeling
of
his
youth
had
grown
grey
in
that
interval
.
There
,
however
,
stood
the
old
waiter
at
the
door
,
in
the
same
greasy
black
suit
,
with
the
same
double
chin
and
flaccid
face
,
with
the
same
huge
bunch
of
seals
at
his
fob
,
rattling
his
money
in
his
pockets
as
before
,
and
receiving
the
Major
as
if
he
had
gone
away
only
a
week
ago
.
"
Put
the
Major
's
things
in
twenty-three
,
that
's
his
room
,
"
John
said
,
exhibiting
not
the
least
surprise
.
"
Roast
fowl
for
your
dinner
,
I
suppose
.
You
ai
n't
got
married
?
They
said
you
was
married
--
the
Scotch
surgeon
of
yours
was
here
.
No
,
it
was
Captain
Humby
of
the
thirty-third
,
as
was
quartered
with
the
--
th
in
Injee
.
Like
any
warm
water
?
What
do
you
come
in
a
chay
for
--
ai
n't
the
coach
good
enough
?
"
And
with
this
,
the
faithful
waiter
,
who
knew
and
remembered
every
officer
who
used
the
house
,
and
with
whom
ten
years
were
but
as
yesterday
,
led
the
way
up
to
Dobbin
's
old
room
,
where
stood
the
great
moreen
bed
,
and
the
shabby
carpet
,
a
thought
more
dingy
,
and
all
the
old
black
furniture
covered
with
faded
chintz
,
just
as
the
Major
recollected
them
in
his
youth
.
He
remembered
George
pacing
up
and
down
the
room
,
and
biting
his
nails
,
and
swearing
that
the
Governor
must
come
round
,
and
that
if
he
did
n't
,
he
did
n't
care
a
straw
,
on
the
day
before
he
was
married
.
He
could
fancy
him
walking
in
,
banging
the
door
of
Dobbin
's
room
,
and
his
own
hard
by
--
"
You
ai
n't
got
young
,
"
John
said
,
calmly
surveying
his
friend
of
former
days
.
Dobbin
laughed
.
"
Ten
years
and
a
fever
do
n't
make
a
man
young
,
John
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
you
that
are
always
young
--
no
,
you
are
always
old
.
"
"
What
became
of
Captain
Osborne
's
widow
?
"
John
said
.
"
Fine
young
fellow
that
.
Lord
,
how
he
used
to
spend
his
money
.
He
never
came
back
after
that
day
he
was
marched
from
here
.
He
owes
me
three
pound
at
this
minute
.
Look
here
,
I
have
it
in
my
book
.
'
April
10
,
1815
,
Captain
Osborne
:
'
3
pounds
.
'
I
wonder
whether
his
father
would
pay
me
,
"
and
so
saying
,
John
of
the
Slaughters
'
pulled
out
the
very
morocco
pocket-book
in
which
he
had
noted
his
loan
to
the
Captain
,
upon
a
greasy
faded
page
still
extant
,
with
many
other
scrawled
memoranda
regarding
the
bygone
frequenters
of
the
house
.
