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Having
inducted
his
customer
into
the
room
,
John
retired
with
perfect
calmness
;
and
Major
Dobbin
,
not
without
a
blush
and
a
grin
at
his
own
absurdity
,
chose
out
of
his
kit
the
very
smartest
and
most
becoming
civil
costume
he
possessed
,
and
laughed
at
his
own
tanned
face
and
grey
hair
,
as
he
surveyed
them
in
the
dreary
little
toilet-glass
on
the
dressing-table
.
"
I
'm
glad
old
John
did
n't
forget
me
,
"
he
thought
.
"
She
'll
know
me
,
too
,
I
hope
.
"
And
he
sallied
out
of
the
inn
,
bending
his
steps
once
more
in
the
direction
of
Brompton
.
Every
minute
incident
of
his
last
meeting
with
Amelia
was
present
to
the
constant
man
's
mind
as
he
walked
towards
her
house
.
The
arch
and
the
Achilles
statue
were
up
since
he
had
last
been
in
Piccadilly
;
a
hundred
changes
had
occurred
which
his
eye
and
mind
vaguely
noted
.
He
began
to
tremble
as
he
walked
up
the
lane
from
Brompton
,
that
well-remembered
lane
leading
to
the
street
where
she
lived
.
Was
she
going
to
be
married
or
not
?
If
he
were
to
meet
her
with
the
little
boy
--
Good
God
,
what
should
he
do
?
He
saw
a
woman
coming
to
him
with
a
child
of
five
years
old
--
was
that
she
?
He
began
to
shake
at
the
mere
possibility
.
When
he
came
up
to
the
row
of
houses
,
at
last
,
where
she
lived
,
and
to
the
gate
,
he
caught
hold
of
it
and
paused
.
He
might
have
heard
the
thumping
of
his
own
heart
.
"
May
God
Almighty
bless
her
,
whatever
has
happened
,
"
he
thought
to
himself
.
"
Psha
!
she
may
be
gone
from
here
,
"
he
said
and
went
in
through
the
gate
.
The
window
of
the
parlour
which
she
used
to
occupy
was
open
,
and
there
were
no
inmates
in
the
room
.
The
Major
thought
he
recognized
the
piano
,
though
,
with
the
picture
over
it
,
as
it
used
to
be
in
former
days
,
and
his
perturbations
were
renewed
.
Mr.
Clapp
's
brass
plate
was
still
on
the
door
,
at
the
knocker
of
which
Dobbin
performed
a
summons
.
A
buxom-looking
lass
of
sixteen
,
with
bright
eyes
and
purple
cheeks
,
came
to
answer
the
knock
and
looked
hard
at
the
Major
as
he
leant
back
against
the
little
porch
.
He
was
as
pale
as
a
ghost
and
could
hardly
falter
out
the
words
--
"
Does
Mrs.
Osborne
live
here
?
"
She
looked
him
hard
in
the
face
for
a
moment
--
and
then
turning
white
too
--
said
,
"
Lord
bless
me
--
it
's
Major
Dobbin
.
"
She
held
out
both
her
hands
shaking
--
"
Do
n't
you
remember
me
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
used
to
call
you
Major
Sugarplums
.
"
On
which
,
and
I
believe
it
was
for
the
first
time
that
he
ever
so
conducted
himself
in
his
life
,
the
Major
took
the
girl
in
his
arms
and
kissed
her
.
She
began
to
laugh
and
cry
hysterically
,
and
calling
out
"
Ma
,
Pa
!
"
with
all
her
voice
,
brought
up
those
worthy
people
,
who
had
already
been
surveying
the
Major
from
the
casement
of
the
ornamental
kitchen
,
and
were
astonished
to
find
their
daughter
in
the
little
passage
in
the
embrace
of
a
great
tall
man
in
a
blue
frock-coat
and
white
duck
trousers
.
"
I
'm
an
old
friend
,
"
he
said
--
not
without
blushing
though
.
"
Do
n't
you
remember
me
,
Mrs.
Clapp
,
and
those
good
cakes
you
used
to
make
for
tea
?
Do
n't
you
recollect
me
,
Clapp
?
I
'm
George
's
godfather
,
and
just
come
back
from
India
.
"
A
great
shaking
of
hands
ensued
--
Mrs.
Clapp
was
greatly
affected
and
delighted
;
she
called
upon
heaven
to
interpose
a
vast
many
times
in
that
passage
.
