I can't say that nothing had occurred to disturb the monotony of this awful existence: the fact is, there had been a secret in poor Jane's life which had made her father more savage and morose than even nature, pride, and over-feeding had made him.This secret was connected with Miss Wirt, who had a cousin an artist, Mr.Smee, very celebrated since as a portrait-painter and R.A., but who once was glad enough to give drawing lessons to ladies of fashion.Mr.Smee has forgotten where Russell Square is now, but he was glad enough to visit it in the year 1818, when Miss Osborne had instruction from him.
Smee (formerly a pupil of Sharpe of Frith Street, a dissolute, irregular, and unsuccessful man, but a man with great knowledge of his art) being the cousin of Miss Wirt, we say, and introduced by her to Miss Osborne, whose hand and heart were still free after various incomplete love affairs, felt a great attachment for this lady, and it is believed inspired one in her bosom.Miss Wirt was the confidante of this intrigue.I know not whether she used to leave the room where the master and his pupil were painting, in order to give them an opportunity for exchanging those vows and sentiments which cannot be uttered advantageously in the presence of a third party; Iknow not whether she hoped that should her cousin succeed in carrying off the rich merchant's daughter, he would give Miss Wirt a portion of the wealth which she had enabled him to win--all that is certain is that Mr.
Osborne got some hint of the transaction, came back from the City abruptly, and entered the drawing-room with his bamboo cane; found the painter, the pupil, and the companion all looking exceedingly pale there; turned the former out of doors with menaces that he would break every bone in his skin, and half an hour afterwards dismissed Miss Wirt likewise, kicking her trunks down the stairs, trampling on her bandboxes, and shaking his fist at her hackney coach as it bore her away.
Jane Osborne kept her bedroom for many days.She was not allowed to have a companion afterwards.Her father swore to her that she should not have a shilling of his money if she made any match without his concurrence;and as he wanted a woman to keep his house, he did not choose that she should marry, so that she was obliged to give up all projects with which Cupid had any share.
During her papa's life, then, she resigned herself to the manner of existence here described, and was content to be an old maid.Her sister, meanwhile, was having children with finer names every year and the intercourse between the two grew fainter continually."Jane and I do not move in the same sphere of life," Mrs.Bullock said."I regard her as a sister, of course"--which means--what does it mean when a lady says that she regards Jane as a sister?
It has been described how the Misses Dobbin lived with their father at a fine villa at Denmark Hill, where there were beautiful graperies and peach-trees which delighted little Georgy Osborne.The Misses Dobbin, who drove often to Brompton to see our dear Amelia, came sometimes to Russell Square too, to pay a visit to their old acquaintance Miss Osborne.I believe it was in consequence of the commands of their brother the Major in India (for whom their papa had a prodigious respect), that they paid attention to Mrs.George; for the Major, the godfather and guardian of Amelia's little boy, still hoped that the child's grandfather might be induced to relent towards him and acknowledge him for the sake of his son.The Misses Dobbin kept Miss Osborne acquainted with the state of Amelia's affairs; how she was living with her father and mother; how poor they were; how they wondered what men, and such men as their brother and dear Captain Osborne, could find in such an insignificant little chit; how she was still, as heretofore, a namby-pamby milk-and-water affected creature--but how the boy was really the noblest little boy ever seen--for the hearts of all women warm towards young children, and the sourest spinster is kind to them.
One day, after great entreaties on the part of the Misses Dobbin, Amelia allowed little George to go and pass a day with them at Denmark Hill--a part of which day she spent herself in writing to the Major in India.She congratulated him on the happy news which his sisters had just conveyed to her.She prayed for his prosperity and that of the bride he had chosen.She thanked him for a thousand thousand kind offices and proofs of stead fast friendship to her in her affliction.She told him the last news about little Georgy, and how he was gone to spend that very day with his sisters in the country.She underlined the letter a great deal, and she signed herself affectionately his friend, Amelia Osborne.She forgot to send any message of kindness to Lady O'Dowd, as her wont was--and did not mention Glorvina by name, and only in italics, as the Major's BRIDE, for whom she begged blessings.But the news of the marriage removed the reserve which she had kept up towards him.She was glad to be able to own and feel how warmly and gratefully she regarded him--and as for the idea of being jealous of Glorvina (Glorvina, indeed!), Amelia would have scouted it, if an angel from heaven had hinted it to her.That night, when Georgy came back in the pony-carriage in which he rejoiced, and in which he was driven by Sir Wm.Dobbin's old coachman, he had round his neck a fine gold chain and watch.He said an old lady, not pretty, had given it him, who cried and kissed him a great deal.But he didn't like her.He liked grapes very much.And he only liked his mamma.Amelia shrank and started; the timid soul felt a presentiment of terror when she heard that the relations of the child's father had seen him.
Miss Osborne came back to give her father his dinner.He had made a good speculation in the City, and was rather in a good humour that day, and chanced to remark the agitation under which she laboured."What's the matter, Miss Osborne?" he deigned to say.
