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The
men
,
as
usual
,
liked
her
artless
kindness
and
simple
refined
demeanour
.
The
gallant
young
Indian
dandies
at
home
on
furlough
--
immense
dandies
these
--
chained
and
moustached
--
driving
in
tearing
cabs
,
the
pillars
of
the
theatres
,
living
at
West
End
hotels
--
nevertheless
admired
Mrs.
Osborne
,
liked
to
bow
to
her
carriage
in
the
park
,
and
to
be
admitted
to
have
the
honour
of
paying
her
a
morning
visit
.
Swankey
of
the
Body
Guard
himself
,
that
dangerous
youth
,
and
the
greatest
buck
of
all
the
Indian
army
now
on
leave
,
was
one
day
discovered
by
Major
Dobbin
tete-a-tete
with
Amelia
,
and
describing
the
sport
of
pig-sticking
to
her
with
great
humour
and
eloquence
;
and
he
spoke
afterwards
of
a
d
--
d
king
's
officer
that
's
always
hanging
about
the
house
--
a
long
,
thin
,
queer-looking
,
oldish
fellow
--
a
dry
fellow
though
,
that
took
the
shine
out
of
a
man
in
the
talking
line
.
Had
the
Major
possessed
a
little
more
personal
vanity
he
would
have
been
jealous
of
so
dangerous
a
young
buck
as
that
fascinating
Bengal
Captain
.
But
Dobbin
was
of
too
simple
and
generous
a
nature
to
have
any
doubts
about
Amelia
.
He
was
glad
that
the
young
men
should
pay
her
respect
,
and
that
others
should
admire
her
.
Ever
since
her
womanhood
almost
,
had
she
not
been
persecuted
and
undervalued
?
It
pleased
him
to
see
how
kindness
bought
out
her
good
qualities
and
how
her
spirits
gently
rose
with
her
prosperity
Any
person
who
appreciated
her
paid
a
compliment
to
the
Major
's
good
judgement
--
that
is
,
if
a
man
may
be
said
to
have
good
judgement
who
is
under
the
influence
of
Love
's
delusion
.
After
Jos
went
to
Court
,
which
we
may
be
sure
he
did
as
a
loyal
subject
of
his
Sovereign
(
showing
himself
in
his
full
court
suit
at
the
Club
,
whither
Dobbin
came
to
fetch
him
in
a
very
shabby
old
uniform
)
he
who
had
always
been
a
staunch
Loyalist
and
admirer
of
George
IV
,
became
such
a
tremendous
Tory
and
pillar
of
the
State
that
he
was
for
having
Amelia
to
go
to
a
Drawing-room
,
too
.
He
somehow
had
worked
himself
up
to
believe
that
he
was
implicated
in
the
maintenance
of
the
public
welfare
and
that
the
Sovereign
would
not
be
happy
unless
Jos
Sedley
and
his
family
appeared
to
rally
round
him
at
St.
James
's
.
Emmy
laughed
.
"
Shall
I
wear
the
family
diamonds
,
Jos
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
wish
you
would
let
me
buy
you
some
,
"
thought
the
Major
.
"
I
should
like
to
see
any
that
were
too
good
for
you
.
"
There
came
a
day
when
the
round
of
decorous
pleasures
and
solemn
gaieties
in
which
Mr.
Jos
Sedley
's
family
indulged
was
interrupted
by
an
event
which
happens
in
most
houses
.
As
you
ascend
the
staircase
of
your
house
from
the
drawing
towards
the
bedroom
floors
,
you
may
have
remarked
a
little
arch
in
the
wall
right
before
you
,
which
at
once
gives
light
to
the
stair
which
leads
from
the
second
story
to
the
third
(
where
the
nursery
and
servants
'
chambers
commonly
are
)
and
serves
for
another
purpose
of
utility
,
of
which
the
undertaker
's
men
can
give
you
a
notion
.
They
rest
the
coffins
upon
that
arch
,
or
pass
them
through
it
so
as
not
to
disturb
in
any
unseemly
manner
the
cold
tenant
slumbering
within
the
black
ark
.
That
second-floor
arch
in
a
London
house
,
looking
up
and
down
the
well
of
the
staircase
and
commanding
the
main
thoroughfare
by
which
the
inhabitants
are
passing
;
by
which
cook
lurks
down
before
daylight
to
scour
her
pots
and
pans
in
the
kitchen
;
by
which
young
master
stealthily
ascends
,
having
left
his
boots
in
the
hall
,
and
let
himself
in
after
dawn
from
a
jolly
night
at
the
Club
;
down
which
miss
comes
rustling
in
fresh
ribbons
and
spreading
muslins
,
brilliant
and
beautiful
,
and
prepared
for
conquest
and
the
ball
;
or
Master
Tommy
slides
,
preferring
the
banisters
for
a
mode
of
conveyance
,
and
disdaining
danger
and
the
stair
;
down
which
the
mother
is
fondly
carried
smiling
in
her
strong
husband
's
arms
,
as
he
steps
steadily
step
by
step
,
and
followed
by
the
monthly
nurse
,
on
the
day
when
the
medical
man
has
pronounced
that
the
charming
patient
may
go
downstairs
;
up
which
John
lurks
to
bed
,
yawning
,
with
a
sputtering
tallow
candle
,
and
to
gather
up
before
sunrise
the
boots
which
are
awaiting
him
in
the
passages
--
that
stair
,
up
or
down
which
babies
are
carried
,
old
people
are
helped
,
guests
are
marshalled
to
the
ball
,
the
parson
walks
to
the
christening
,
the
doctor
to
the
sick-room
,
and
the
undertaker
's
men
to
the
upper
floor
--
what
a
memento
of
Life
,
Death
,
and
Vanity
it
is
--
that
arch
and
stair
--
if
you
choose
to
consider
it
,
and
sit
on
the
landing
,
looking
up
and
down
the
well
!
The
doctor
will
come
up
to
us
too
for
the
last
time
there
,
my
friend
in
motley
.
The
nurse
will
look
in
at
the
curtains
,
and
you
take
no
notice
--
and
then
she
will
fling
open
the
windows
for
a
little
and
let
in
the
air
.
Then
they
will
pull
down
all
the
front
blinds
of
the
house
and
live
in
the
back
rooms
--
then
they
will
send
for
the
lawyer
and
other
men
in
black
,
&
c.
Your
comedy
and
mine
will
have
been
played
then
,
and
we
shall
be
removed
,
oh
,
how
far
,
from
the
trumpets
,
and
the
shouting
,
and
the
posture-making
.
If
we
are
gentlefolks
they
will
put
hatchments
over
our
late
domicile
,
with
gilt
cherubim
,
and
mottoes
stating
that
there
is
"
Quiet
in
Heaven
.
"
Your
son
will
new
furnish
the
house
,
or
perhaps
let
it
,
and
go
into
a
more
modern
quarter
;
your
name
will
be
among
the
"
Members
Deceased
"
in
the
lists
of
your
clubs
next
year
.
However
much
you
may
be
mourned
,
your
widow
will
like
to
have
her
weeds
neatly
made
--
the
cook
will
send
or
come
up
to
ask
about
dinner
--
the
survivor
will
soon
bear
to
look
at
your
picture
over
the
mantelpiece
,
which
will
presently
be
deposed
from
the
place
of
honour
,
to
make
way
for
the
portrait
of
the
son
who
reigns
.
Which
of
the
dead
are
most
tenderly
and
passionately
deplored
?
Those
who
love
the
survivors
the
least
,
I
believe
.
The
death
of
a
child
occasions
a
passion
of
grief
and
frantic
tears
,
such
as
your
end
,
brother
reader
,
will
never
inspire
.
