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I
hope
she
is
not
to
suffer
much
more
of
that
hard
usage
.
And
,
as
in
all
griefs
there
is
said
to
be
some
consolation
,
I
may
mention
that
poor
Mary
,
when
left
at
her
friend
's
departure
in
a
hysterical
condition
,
was
placed
under
the
medical
treatment
of
the
young
fellow
from
the
surgery
,
under
whose
care
she
rallied
after
a
short
period
.
Emmy
,
when
she
went
away
from
Brompton
,
endowed
Mary
with
every
article
of
furniture
that
the
house
contained
,
only
taking
away
her
pictures
(
the
two
pictures
over
the
bed
)
and
her
piano
--
that
little
old
piano
which
had
now
passed
into
a
plaintive
jingling
old
age
,
but
which
she
loved
for
reasons
of
her
own
.
She
was
a
child
when
first
she
played
on
it
,
and
her
parents
gave
it
her
.
It
had
been
given
to
her
again
since
,
as
the
reader
may
remember
,
when
her
father
's
house
was
gone
to
ruin
and
the
instrument
was
recovered
out
of
the
wreck
.
Major
Dobbin
was
exceedingly
pleased
when
,
as
he
was
superintending
the
arrangements
of
Jos
's
new
house
--
which
the
Major
insisted
should
be
very
handsome
and
comfortable
--
the
cart
arrived
from
Brompton
,
bringing
the
trunks
and
bandboxes
of
the
emigrants
from
that
village
,
and
with
them
the
old
piano
.
Amelia
would
have
it
up
in
her
sitting-room
,
a
neat
little
apartment
on
the
second
floor
,
adjoining
her
father
's
chamber
,
and
where
the
old
gentleman
sat
commonly
of
evenings
.
When
the
men
appeared
then
bearing
this
old
music-box
,
and
Amelia
gave
orders
that
it
should
be
placed
in
the
chamber
aforesaid
,
Dobbin
was
quite
elated
.
"
I
'm
glad
you
've
kept
it
,
"
he
said
in
a
very
sentimental
manner
.
"
I
was
afraid
you
did
n't
care
about
it
.
"
"
I
value
it
more
than
anything
I
have
in
the
world
,
"
said
Amelia
.
"
Do
you
,
Amelia
?
"
cried
the
Major
.
The
fact
was
,
as
he
had
bought
it
himself
,
though
he
never
said
anything
about
it
,
it
never
entered
into
his
head
to
suppose
that
Emmy
should
think
anybody
else
was
the
purchaser
,
and
as
a
matter
of
course
he
fancied
that
she
knew
the
gift
came
from
him
.
"
Do
you
,
Amelia
?
"
he
said
;
and
the
question
,
the
great
question
of
all
,
was
trembling
on
his
lips
,
when
Emmy
replied
--
"
Can
I
do
otherwise
?
--
did
not
he
give
it
me
?
"
"
I
did
not
know
,
"
said
poor
old
Dob
,
and
his
countenance
fell
.
Emmy
did
not
note
the
circumstance
at
the
time
,
nor
take
immediate
heed
of
the
very
dismal
expression
which
honest
Dobbin
's
countenance
assumed
,
but
she
thought
of
it
afterwards
.
And
then
it
struck
her
,
with
inexpressible
pain
and
mortification
too
,
that
it
was
William
who
was
the
giver
of
the
piano
,
and
not
George
,
as
she
had
fancied
.
It
was
not
George
's
gift
;
the
only
one
which
she
had
received
from
her
lover
,
as
she
thought
--
the
thing
she
had
cherished
beyond
all
others
--
her
dearest
relic
and
prize
.
She
had
spoken
to
it
about
George
;
played
his
favourite
airs
upon
it
;
sat
for
long
evening
hours
,
touching
,
to
the
best
of
her
simple
art
,
melancholy
harmonies
on
the
keys
,
and
weeping
over
them
in
silence
.
It
was
not
George
's
relic
.
It
was
valueless
now
.
The
next
time
that
old
Sedley
asked
her
to
play
,
she
said
it
was
shockingly
out
of
tune
,
that
she
had
a
headache
,
that
she
could
n't
play
.
