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he was engaged to. You were but a girl, in white, with large ringlets; you came down singingā ā€”do you remember?ā ā€”and we went to Vauxhall. Since then I have thought of but one woman in the world, and that was you. I think there is no hour in the day has passed for twelve years that I havenā€™t thought of you. I came to tell you this before I went to India, but you did not care, and I hadnā€™t the heart to speak. You did not care whether I stayed or went.ā€

ā€œI was very ungrateful,ā€ Amelia said.

ā€œNo, only indifferent,ā€ Dobbin continued desperately. ā€œI have nothing to make a woman to be otherwise. I know what you are feeling now. You are hurt in your heart at the discovery about the piano, and that it came from me and not from George. I forgot, or I should never have spoken of it so. It is for me to ask your pardon for being a fool for a moment, and thinking that years of constancy and devotion might have pleaded with you.ā€

ā€œIt is you who are cruel now,ā€ Amelia said with some spirit. ā€œGeorge is my husband, here and in heaven. How could I love any other but him? I am his now as when you first saw me, dear William. It was he who told me how good and generous you were, and who taught me to love you as a brother. Have you not been everything to me and my boy? Our dearest, truest, kindest friend and protector? Had you come a few months sooner perhaps you might have spared me thatā ā€”that dreadful parting. Oh, it nearly killed me, Williamā ā€”but you didnā€™t come, though I wished and prayed for you to come, and they took him too away from me. Isnā€™t he a noble boy, William? Be his friend still and mineā€ā ā€”and here her voice broke, and she hid her face on his shoulder.

The Major folded his arms round her, holding her to him as if she was a child, and kissed her head. ā€œI will not change, dear Amelia,ā€ he said. ā€œI ask for no more than your love. I think I would not have it otherwise. Only let me stay near you and see you often.ā€

ā€œYes, often,ā€ Amelia said. And so William was at liberty to look and longā ā€”as the poor boy at school who has no money may sigh after the contents of the tart-womanā€™s tray.

LX Returns to the Genteel World

Good fortune now begins to smile upon Amelia. We are glad to get her out of that low sphere in which she has been creeping hitherto and introduce her into a polite circleā ā€”not so grand and refined as that in which our other female friend, Mrs. Becky, has appeared, but still having no small pretensions to gentility and fashion. Josā€™s friends were all from the three presidencies, and his new house was in the comfortable Anglo-Indian district of which Moira Place is the centre. Minto Square, Great Clive Street, Warren Street, Hastings Street, Ochterlony Place, Plassy Square, Assaye Terrace (ā€œgardensā€ was a felicitous word not applied to stucco houses with asphalt terraces in front, so early as 1827)ā ā€”who does not know these respectable abodes of the retired Indian aristocracy, and the quarter which Mr. Wenham calls the Black Hole, in a word? Josā€™s position in life was not grand enough to entitle him to a house in Moira Place, where none can live but retired Members of Council, and partners of Indian firms (who break, after having settled a hundred thousand pounds on their wives, and retire into comparative penury to a country place and four thousand a year); he engaged a comfortable house of a second- or third-rate order in Gillespie Street, purchasing the carpets, costly mirrors, and handsome and appropriate planned furniture by Seddons from the assignees of Mr. Scape, lately admitted partner into the great Calcutta House of Fogle, Fake, and Cracksman, in which poor Scape had embarked seventy thousand pounds, the earnings of a long and honourable life, taking Fakeā€™s place, who retired to a princely park in Sussex (the Fogles have been long out of the firm, and Sir Horace Fogle is about to be raised to the peerage as Baron Bandanna)ā ā€”admitted, I say, partner into the great agency house of Fogle and Fake two years before it failed for a million and plunged half the Indian public into misery and ruin.

Scape, ruined, honest, and brokenhearted at sixty-five years of age, went out to Calcutta to wind up the affairs of the house. Walter Scape was withdrawn from Eton and put into a merchantā€™s house. Florence Scape, Fanny Scape, and their mother faded away to Boulogne, and will be heard of no more. To be brief, Jos stepped in and bought their carpets and sideboards and admired himself in the mirrors which had reflected their kind handsome faces. The Scape tradesmen, all honourably paid, left their cards, and were eager to supply the new household. The large men in white waistcoats who waited at Scapeā€™s dinners, greengrocers, bank-porters, and milkmen in their private capacity, left their addresses and ingratiated themselves with the butler. Mr. Chummy, the chimney-purifier, who had swept the last three families, tried to coax the butler and the boy under him, whose duty it was to go out covered with buttons and with stripes down his trousers, for the protection of Mrs. Amelia whenever she chose to walk abroad.

It was a modest establishment. The butler was Josā€™s valet also, and never was more drunk than a butler in a small family should be who has a proper regard for his masterā€™s wine. Emmy was supplied with a maid, grown on Sir William Dobbinā€™s suburban estate; a good girl, whose kindness and humility disarmed Mrs. Osborne, who was at first terrified at the idea of having a servant to wait upon herself, who did not in the least know how to use one, and who always spoke to domestics with

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