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The
tolling
over
,
the
head
of
the
family
thrust
his
hands
into
the
great
tail-pockets
of
his
great
blue
coat
with
brass
buttons
,
and
without
waiting
for
a
further
announcement
strode
downstairs
alone
,
scowling
over
his
shoulder
at
the
four
females
.
"
What
's
the
matter
now
,
my
dear
?
"
asked
one
of
the
other
,
as
they
rose
and
tripped
gingerly
behind
the
sire
.
"
I
suppose
the
funds
are
falling
,
"
whispered
Miss
Wirt
;
and
so
,
trembling
and
in
silence
,
this
hushed
female
company
followed
their
dark
leader
.
They
took
their
places
in
silence
.
He
growled
out
a
blessing
,
which
sounded
as
gruffly
as
a
curse
.
The
great
silver
dish-covers
were
removed
.
Amelia
trembled
in
her
place
,
for
she
was
next
to
the
awful
Osborne
,
and
alone
on
her
side
of
the
table
--
the
gap
being
occasioned
by
the
absence
of
George
.
"
Soup
?
"
says
Mr.
Osborne
,
clutching
the
ladle
,
fixing
his
eyes
on
her
,
in
a
sepulchral
tone
;
and
having
helped
her
and
the
rest
,
did
not
speak
for
a
while
.
"
Take
Miss
Sedley
's
plate
away
,
"
at
last
he
said
.
"
She
ca
n't
eat
the
soup
--
no
more
can
I.
It
's
beastly
.
Take
away
the
soup
,
Hicks
,
and
to-morrow
turn
the
cook
out
of
the
house
,
Jane
.
"
Having
concluded
his
observations
upon
the
soup
,
Mr.
Osborne
made
a
few
curt
remarks
respecting
the
fish
,
also
of
a
savage
and
satirical
tendency
,
and
cursed
Billingsgate
with
an
emphasis
quite
worthy
of
the
place
.
Then
he
lapsed
into
silence
,
and
swallowed
sundry
glasses
of
wine
,
looking
more
and
more
terrible
,
till
a
brisk
knock
at
the
door
told
of
George
's
arrival
when
everybody
began
to
rally
.
"
He
could
not
come
before
.
General
Daguilet
had
kept
him
waiting
at
the
Horse
Guards
.
Never
mind
soup
or
fish
.
Give
him
anything
--
he
did
n't
care
what
.
Capital
mutton
--
capital
everything
.
"
His
good
humour
contrasted
with
his
father
's
severity
;
and
he
rattled
on
unceasingly
during
dinner
,
to
the
delight
of
all
--
of
one
especially
,
who
need
not
be
mentioned
.
As
soon
as
the
young
ladies
had
discussed
the
orange
and
the
glass
of
wine
which
formed
the
ordinary
conclusion
of
the
dismal
banquets
at
Mr.
Osborne
's
house
,
the
signal
to
make
sail
for
the
drawing-room
was
given
,
and
they
all
arose
and
departed
.
Amelia
hoped
George
would
soon
join
them
there
.
She
began
playing
some
of
his
favourite
waltzes
(
then
newly
imported
)
at
the
great
carved-legged
,
leather-cased
grand
piano
in
the
drawing-room
overhead
.
This
little
artifice
did
not
bring
him
.
He
was
deaf
to
the
waltzes
;
they
grew
fainter
and
fainter
;
the
discomfited
performer
left
the
huge
instrument
presently
;
and
though
her
three
friends
performed
some
of
the
loudest
and
most
brilliant
new
pieces
of
their
repertoire
,
she
did
not
hear
a
single
note
,
but
sate
thinking
,
and
boding
evil
.
Old
Osborne
's
scowl
,
terrific
always
,
had
never
before
looked
so
deadly
to
her
.
His
eyes
followed
her
out
of
the
room
,
as
if
she
had
been
guilty
of
something
.
When
they
brought
her
coffee
,
she
started
as
though
it
were
a
cup
of
poison
which
Mr.
Hicks
,
the
butler
,
wished
to
propose
to
her
.
What
mystery
was
there
lurking
?
Oh
,
those
women
!
They
nurse
and
cuddle
their
presentiments
,
and
make
darlings
of
their
ugliest
thoughts
,
as
they
do
of
their
deformed
children
.
The
gloom
on
the
paternal
countenance
had
also
impressed
George
Osborne
with
anxiety
.
With
such
eyebrows
,
and
a
look
so
decidedly
bilious
,
how
was
he
to
extract
that
money
from
the
governor
,
of
which
George
was
consumedly
in
want
?
He
began
praising
his
father
's
wine
.
That
was
generally
a
successful
means
of
cajoling
the
old
gentleman
.
