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And
as
she
looked
at
her
husband
's
portrait
of
nights
,
it
no
longer
reproached
her
--
perhaps
she
reproached
it
,
now
William
was
gone
.
Emmy
was
not
very
happy
after
her
heroic
sacrifice
.
She
was
very
distraite
,
nervous
,
silent
,
and
ill
to
please
.
The
family
had
never
known
her
so
peevish
.
She
grew
pale
and
ill
.
She
used
to
try
to
sing
certain
songs
(
"
Einsam
bin
ich
nicht
alleine
,
"
was
one
of
them
,
that
tender
love-song
of
Weber
's
which
in
old-fashioned
days
,
young
ladies
,
and
when
you
were
scarcely
born
,
showed
that
those
who
lived
before
you
knew
too
how
to
love
and
to
sing
)
certain
songs
,
I
say
,
to
which
the
Major
was
partial
;
and
as
she
warbled
them
in
the
twilight
in
the
drawing-room
,
she
would
break
off
in
the
midst
of
the
song
,
and
walk
into
her
neighbouring
apartment
,
and
there
,
no
doubt
,
take
refuge
in
the
miniature
of
her
husband
.
Some
books
still
subsisted
,
after
Dobbin
's
departure
,
with
his
name
written
in
them
;
a
German
dictionary
,
for
instance
,
with
"
William
Dobbin
,
--
th
Reg.
,
"
in
the
fly-leaf
;
a
guide-book
with
his
initials
;
and
one
or
two
other
volumes
which
belonged
to
the
Major
.
Emmy
cleared
these
away
and
put
them
on
the
drawers
,
where
she
placed
her
work-box
,
her
desk
,
her
Bible
,
and
prayer-book
,
under
the
pictures
of
the
two
Georges
.
And
the
Major
,
on
going
away
,
having
left
his
gloves
behind
him
,
it
is
a
fact
that
Georgy
,
rummaging
his
mother
's
desk
some
time
afterwards
,
found
the
gloves
neatly
folded
up
and
put
away
in
what
they
call
the
secret-drawers
of
the
desk
.
Not
caring
for
society
,
and
moping
there
a
great
deal
,
Emmy
's
chief
pleasure
in
the
summer
evenings
was
to
take
long
walks
with
Georgy
(
during
which
Rebecca
was
left
to
the
society
of
Mr.
Joseph
)
,
and
then
the
mother
and
son
used
to
talk
about
the
Major
in
a
way
which
even
made
the
boy
smile
.
She
told
him
that
she
thought
Major
William
was
the
best
man
in
all
the
world
--
the
gentlest
and
the
kindest
,
the
bravest
and
the
humblest
.
Over
and
over
again
she
told
him
how
they
owed
everything
which
they
possessed
in
the
world
to
that
kind
friend
's
benevolent
care
of
them
;
how
he
had
befriended
them
all
through
their
poverty
and
misfortunes
;
watched
over
them
when
nobody
cared
for
them
;
how
all
his
comrades
admired
him
though
he
never
spoke
of
his
own
gallant
actions
;
how
Georgy
's
father
trusted
him
beyond
all
other
men
,
and
had
been
constantly
befriended
by
the
good
William
.
"
Why
,
when
your
papa
was
a
little
boy
,
"
she
said
,
"
he
often
told
me
that
it
was
William
who
defended
him
against
a
tyrant
at
the
school
where
they
were
;
and
their
friendship
never
ceased
from
that
day
until
the
last
,
when
your
dear
father
fell
.
"
"
Did
Dobbin
kill
the
man
who
killed
Papa
?
"
Georgy
said
.
"
I
'm
sure
he
did
,
or
he
would
if
he
could
have
caught
him
,
would
n't
he
,
Mother
?
When
I
'm
in
the
Army
,
wo
n't
I
hate
the
French
?
--
that
's
all
.
"
In
such
colloquies
the
mother
and
the
child
passed
a
great
deal
of
their
time
together
.
The
artless
woman
had
made
a
confidant
of
the
boy
.
He
was
as
much
William
's
friend
as
everybody
else
who
knew
him
well
.
By
the
way
,
Mrs.
Becky
,
not
to
be
behind
hand
in
sentiment
,
had
got
a
miniature
too
hanging
up
in
her
room
,
to
the
surprise
and
amusement
of
most
people
,
and
the
delight
of
the
original
,
who
was
no
other
than
our
friend
Jos.
On
her
first
coming
to
favour
the
Sedleys
with
a
visit
,
the
little
woman
,
who
had
arrived
with
a
remarkably
small
shabby
kit
,
was
perhaps
ashamed
of
the
meanness
of
her
trunks
and
bandboxes
,
and
often
spoke
with
great
respect
about
her
baggage
left
behind
at
Leipzig
,
which
she
must
have
from
that
city
.
When
a
traveller
talks
to
you
perpetually
about
the
splendour
of
his
luggage
,
which
he
does
not
happen
to
have
with
him
,
my
son
,
beware
of
that
traveller
!
He
is
,
ten
to
one
,
an
impostor
.
Neither
Jos
nor
Emmy
knew
this
important
maxim
.
It
seemed
to
them
of
no
consequence
whether
Becky
had
a
quantity
of
very
fine
clothes
in
invisible
trunks
;
but
as
her
present
supply
was
exceedingly
shabby
,
Emmy
supplied
her
out
of
her
own
stores
,
or
took
her
to
the
best
milliner
in
the
town
and
there
fitted
her
out
.
It
was
no
more
torn
collars
now
,
I
promise
you
,
and
faded
silks
trailing
off
at
the
shoulder
.
Becky
changed
her
habits
with
her
situation
in
life
--
the
rouge-pot
was
suspended
--
another
excitement
to
which
she
had
accustomed
herself
was
also
put
aside
,
or
at
least
only
indulged
in
privacy
,
as
when
she
was
prevailed
on
by
Jos
of
a
summer
evening
,
Emmy
and
the
boy
being
absent
on
their
walks
,
to
take
a
little
spirit-and-water
.
But
if
she
did
not
indulge
--
the
courier
did
:
that
rascal
Kirsch
could
not
be
kept
from
the
bottle
,
nor
could
he
tell
how
much
he
took
when
he
applied
to
it
.
He
was
sometimes
surprised
himself
at
the
way
in
which
Mr.
Sedley
's
Cognac
diminished
.
Well
,
well
,
this
is
a
painful
subject
.
Becky
did
not
very
likely
indulge
so
much
as
she
used
before
she
entered
a
decorous
family
.
