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"
Do
n't
you
think
Jos
will
--
"
"
Upon
my
word
,
my
dear
,
I
do
n't
know
.
He
may
,
or
may
not
.
I
'm
not
his
master
.
I
only
know
he
is
a
very
foolish
vain
fellow
,
and
put
my
dear
little
girl
into
a
very
painful
and
awkward
position
last
night
.
My
dearest
diddle-diddle-darling
!
"
He
was
off
laughing
again
,
and
he
did
it
so
drolly
that
Emmy
laughed
too
.
All
that
day
Jos
never
came
.
But
Amelia
had
no
fear
about
this
;
for
the
little
schemer
had
actually
sent
away
the
page
,
Mr.
Sambo
's
aide-de-camp
,
to
Mr.
Joseph
's
lodgings
,
to
ask
for
some
book
he
had
promised
,
and
how
he
was
;
and
the
reply
through
Jos
's
man
,
Mr.
Brush
,
was
,
that
his
master
was
ill
in
bed
,
and
had
just
had
the
doctor
with
him
.
He
must
come
to-morrow
,
she
thought
,
but
she
never
had
the
courage
to
speak
a
word
on
the
subject
to
Rebecca
;
nor
did
that
young
woman
herself
allude
to
it
in
any
way
during
the
whole
evening
after
the
night
at
Vauxhall
.
The
next
day
,
however
,
as
the
two
young
ladies
sate
on
the
sofa
,
pretending
to
work
,
or
to
write
letters
,
or
to
read
novels
,
Sambo
came
into
the
room
with
his
usual
engaging
grin
,
with
a
packet
under
his
arm
,
and
a
note
on
a
tray
.
"
Note
from
Mr.
Jos
,
Miss
,
"
says
Sambo
.
How
Amelia
trembled
as
she
opened
it
!
So
it
ran
:
Dear
Amelia
--
I
send
you
the
"
Orphan
of
the
Forest
.
"
I
was
too
ill
to
come
yesterday
.
I
leave
town
to-day
for
Cheltenham
.
Pray
excuse
me
,
if
you
can
,
to
the
amiable
Miss
Sharp
,
for
my
conduct
at
Vauxhall
,
and
entreat
her
to
pardon
and
forget
every
word
I
may
have
uttered
when
excited
by
that
fatal
supper
.
As
soon
as
I
have
recovered
,
for
my
health
is
very
much
shaken
,
I
shall
go
to
Scotland
for
some
months
,
and
am
Truly
yours
,
Jos
Sedley
It
was
the
death-warrant
.
All
was
over
.
Amelia
did
not
dare
to
look
at
Rebecca
's
pale
face
and
burning
eyes
,
but
she
dropt
the
letter
into
her
friend
's
lap
;
and
got
up
,
and
went
upstairs
to
her
room
,
and
cried
her
little
heart
out
.
