The Capting was obliged to bring him upstairs in his harms like a babby." A momentary smile flickered over Mr.Brush's features as he spoke; instantly, however, they relapsed into their usual unfathomable calm, as he flung open the drawing-room door, and announced "Mr.
Hosbin."
"How are you, Sedley?" that young wag began, after surveying his victim."No bones broke? There's a hackney-coachman downstairs with a black eye, and a tied-up head, vowing he'll have the law of you.""What do you mean--law?" Sedley faintly asked.
"For thrashing him last night--didn't he, Dobbin? You hit out, sir, like Molyneux.The watchman says he never saw a fellow go down so straight.Ask Dobbin.""You DID have a round with the coachman," Captain Dobbin said, "and showed plenty of fight too.""And that fellow with the white coat at Vauxhall! How Jos drove at him! How the women screamed! By Jove, sir, it did my heart good to see you.I thought you civilians had no pluck; but I'll never get in your way when you are in your cups, Jos.""I believe I'm very terrible, when I'm roused,"ejaculated Jos from the sofa, and made a grimace so dreary and ludicrous, that the Captain's politeness could restrain him no longer, and he and Osborne fired off a ringing volley of laughter.
Osborne pursued his advantage pitilessly.He thought Jos a milksop.He had been revolving in his mind the marriage question pending between Jos and Rebecca, and was not over well pleased that a member of a family into which he, George Osborne, of the --th, was going to marry, should make a mesalliance with a little nobody --a little upstart governess."You hit, you poor old fellow!" said Osborne."You terrible! Why, man, you couldn't stand--you made everybody laugh in the Gardens, though you were crying yourself.You were maudlin, Jos.Don't you remember singing a song?""A what?" Jos asked.
"A sentimental song, and calling Rosa, Rebecca, what's her name, Amelia's little friend--your dearest diddle-diddle-darling?" And this ruthless young fellow, seizing hold of Dobbin's hand, acted over the scene, to the horror of the original performer, and in spite of Dobbin's good-natured entreaties to him to have mercy.
"Why should I spare him?" Osborne said to his friend's remonstrances, when they quitted the invalid, leaving him under the hands of Doctor Gollop."What the deuce right has he to give himself his patronizing airs, and make fools of us at Vauxhall? Who's this little schoolgirl that is ogling and making love to him? Hang it, the family's low enough already, without HER.A governess is all very well, but I'd rather have a lady for my sister-in-law.I'm a liberal man; but I've proper pride, and know my own station: let her know hers.And I'll take down that great hectoring Nabob, and prevent him from being made a greater fool than he is.That's why I told him to look out, lest she brought an action against him.""I suppose you know best," Dobbin said, though rather dubiously."You always were a Tory, and your family's one of the oldest in England.But --""Come and see the girls, and make love to Miss Sharp yourself," the lieutenant here interrupted his friend; but Captain Dobbin declined to join Osborne in his daily visit to the young ladies in Russell Square.
As George walked down Southampton Row, from Holborn, he laughed as he saw, at the Sedley Mansion, in two different stories two heads on the look-out.
The fact is, Miss Amelia, in the drawing-room balcony, was looking very eagerly towards the opposite side of the Square, where Mr.Osborne dwelt, on the watch for the lieutenant himself; and Miss Sharp, from her little bed-room on the second floor, was in observation until Mr.
Joseph's great form should heave in sight.
"Sister Anne is on the watch-tower," said he to Amelia, "but there's nobody coming"; and laughing and enjoying the joke hugely, he described in the most ludicrous terms to Miss Sedley, the dismal condition of her brother.
"I think it's very cruel of you to laugh, George," she said, looking particularly unhappy; but George only laughed the more at her piteous and discomfited mien, persisted in thinking the joke a most diverting one, and when Miss Sharp came downstairs, bantered her with a great deal of liveliness upon the effect of her charms on the fat civilian.
"O Miss Sharp! if you could but see him this morning,"he said--"moaning in his flowered dressing-gown--writhing on his sofa; if you could but have seen him lolling out his tongue to Gollop the apothecary.""See whom?" said Miss Sharp.
"Whom? O whom? Captain Dobbin, of course, to whom we were all so attentive, by the way, last night.""We were very unkind to him," Emmy said, blushing very much."I--I quite forgot him.""Of course you did," cried Osborne, still on the laugh.
"One can't be ALWAYS thinking about Dobbin, you know, Amelia.Can one, Miss Sharp?""Except when he overset the glass of wine at dinner,"Miss Sharp said, with a haughty air and a toss of the head, "I never gave the existence of Captain Dobbin one single moment's consideration.""Very good, Miss Sharp, I'll tell him," Osborne said;and as he spoke Miss Sharp began to have a feeling of distrust and hatred towards this young officer, which he was quite unconscious of having inspired."He is to make fun of me, is he?" thought Rebecca."Has he been laughing about me to Joseph? Has he frightened him?
Perhaps he won't come."--A film passed over her eyes, and her heart beat quite quick.
