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Amelia
had
been
made
aware
of
some
of
these
movements
.
The
correspondence
between
George
and
his
guardian
had
not
ceased
by
any
means
:
William
had
even
written
once
or
twice
to
her
since
his
departure
,
but
in
a
manner
so
unconstrainedly
cold
that
the
poor
woman
felt
now
in
her
turn
that
she
had
lost
her
power
over
him
and
that
,
as
he
had
said
,
he
was
free
.
He
had
left
her
,
and
she
was
wretched
.
The
memory
of
his
almost
countless
services
,
and
lofty
and
affectionate
regard
,
now
presented
itself
to
her
and
rebuked
her
day
and
night
.
She
brooded
over
those
recollections
according
to
her
wont
,
saw
the
purity
and
beauty
of
the
affection
with
which
she
had
trifled
,
and
reproached
herself
for
having
flung
away
such
a
treasure
.
It
was
gone
indeed
.
William
had
spent
it
all
out
.
He
loved
her
no
more
,
he
thought
,
as
he
had
loved
her
.
He
never
could
again
.
That
sort
of
regard
,
which
he
had
proffered
to
her
for
so
many
faithful
years
,
ca
n't
be
flung
down
and
shattered
and
mended
so
as
to
show
no
scars
.
The
little
heedless
tyrant
had
so
destroyed
it
.
No
,
William
thought
again
and
again
,
"
It
was
myself
I
deluded
and
persisted
in
cajoling
;
had
she
been
worthy
of
the
love
I
gave
her
,
she
would
have
returned
it
long
ago
.
It
was
a
fond
mistake
.
Is
n't
the
whole
course
of
life
made
up
of
such
?
And
suppose
I
had
won
her
,
should
I
not
have
been
disenchanted
the
day
after
my
victory
?
Why
pine
,
or
be
ashamed
of
my
defeat
?
"
The
more
he
thought
of
this
long
passage
of
his
life
,
the
more
clearly
he
saw
his
deception
.
"
I
'll
go
into
harness
again
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
do
my
duty
in
that
state
of
life
in
which
it
has
pleased
Heaven
to
place
me
.
I
will
see
that
the
buttons
of
the
recruits
are
properly
bright
and
that
the
sergeants
make
no
mistakes
in
their
accounts
.
I
will
dine
at
mess
and
listen
to
the
Scotch
surgeon
telling
his
stories
.
When
I
am
old
and
broken
,
I
will
go
on
half-pay
,
and
my
old
sisters
shall
scold
me
.
I
have
geliebt
und
gelebet
,
as
the
girl
in
'
Wallenstein
'
says
.
I
am
done
.
Pay
the
bills
and
get
me
a
cigar
:
find
out
what
there
is
at
the
play
to-night
,
Francis
;
to-morrow
we
cross
by
the
Batavier
.
"
He
made
the
above
speech
,
whereof
Francis
only
heard
the
last
two
lines
,
pacing
up
and
down
the
Boompjes
at
Rotterdam
.
The
Batavier
was
lying
in
the
basin
.
He
could
see
the
place
on
the
quarter-deck
where
he
and
Emmy
had
sat
on
the
happy
voyage
out
.
What
had
that
little
Mrs.
Crawley
to
say
to
him
?
Psha
;
to-morrow
we
will
put
to
sea
,
and
return
to
England
,
home
,
and
duty
!
After
June
all
the
little
Court
Society
of
Pumpernickel
used
to
separate
,
according
to
the
German
plan
,
and
make
for
a
hundred
watering-places
,
where
they
drank
at
the
wells
,
rode
upon
donkeys
,
gambled
at
the
redoutes
if
they
had
money
and
a
mind
,
rushed
with
hundreds
of
their
kind
to
gourmandise
at
the
tables
d'hote
,
and
idled
away
the
summer
.
The
English
diplomatists
went
off
to
Teoplitz
and
Kissingen
,
their
French
rivals
shut
up
their
chancellerie
and
whisked
away
to
their
darling
Boulevard
de
Gand
.
The
Transparent
reigning
family
took
too
to
the
waters
,
or
retired
to
their
hunting
lodges
.
Everybody
went
away
having
any
pretensions
to
politeness
,
and
of
course
,
with
them
,
Doctor
von
Glauber
,
the
Court
Doctor
,
and
his
Baroness
.
The
seasons
for
the
baths
were
the
most
productive
periods
of
the
Doctor
's
practice
--
he
united
business
with
pleasure
,
and
his
chief
place
of
resort
was
Ostend
,
which
is
much
frequented
by
Germans
,
and
where
the
Doctor
treated
himself
and
his
spouse
to
what
he
called
a
"
dib
"
in
the
sea
.
His
interesting
patient
,
Jos
,
was
a
regular
milch-cow
to
the
Doctor
,
and
he
easily
persuaded
the
civilian
,
both
for
his
own
health
's
sake
and
that
of
his
charming
sister
,
which
was
really
very
much
shattered
,
to
pass
the
summer
at
that
hideous
seaport
town
.
Emmy
did
not
care
where
she
went
much
.
Georgy
jumped
at
the
idea
of
a
move
.
As
for
Becky
,
she
came
as
a
matter
of
course
in
the
fourth
place
inside
of
the
fine
barouche
Mr.
Jos
had
bought
,
the
two
domestics
being
on
the
box
in
front
.
She
might
have
some
misgivings
about
the
friends
whom
she
should
meet
at
Ostend
,
and
who
might
be
likely
to
tell
ugly
stories
--
but
bah
!
she
was
strong
enough
to
hold
her
own
.
She
had
cast
such
an
anchor
in
Jos
now
as
would
require
a
strong
storm
to
shake
.
That
incident
of
the
picture
had
finished
him
.
Becky
took
down
her
elephant
and
put
it
into
the
little
box
which
she
had
had
from
Amelia
ever
so
many
years
ago
.
Emmy
also
came
off
with
her
Lares
--
her
two
pictures
--
and
the
party
,
finally
,
were
,
lodged
in
an
exceedingly
dear
and
uncomfortable
house
at
Ostend
.
There
Amelia
began
to
take
baths
and
get
what
good
she
could
from
them
,
and
though
scores
of
people
of
Becky
's
acquaintance
passed
her
and
cut
her
,
yet
Mrs.
Osborne
,
who
walked
about
with
her
,
and
who
knew
nobody
,
was
not
aware
of
the
treatment
experienced
by
the
friend
whom
she
had
chosen
so
judiciously
as
a
companion
;
indeed
,
Becky
never
thought
fit
to
tell
her
what
was
passing
under
her
innocent
eyes
.
Some
of
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
's
acquaintances
,
however
,
acknowledged
her
readily
enough
--
perhaps
more
readily
than
she
would
have
desired
.
Among
those
were
Major
Loder
(
unattached
)
,
and
Captain
Rook
(
late
of
the
Rifles
)
,
who
might
be
seen
any
day
on
the
Dike
,
smoking
and
staring
at
the
women
,
and
who
speedily
got
an
introduction
to
the
hospitable
board
and
select
circle
of
Mr.
Joseph
Sedley
.
In
fact
they
would
take
no
denial
;
they
burst
into
the
house
whether
Becky
was
at
home
or
not
,
walked
into
Mrs.
Osborne
's
drawing-room
,
which
they
perfumed
with
their
coats
and
mustachios
,
called
Jos
"
Old
buck
,
"
and
invaded
his
dinner-table
,
and
laughed
and
drank
for
long
hours
there
.
