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One
night
Mrs.
Sedley
was
writing
cards
for
a
party
;
the
Osbornes
had
given
one
,
and
she
must
not
be
behindhand
;
John
Sedley
,
who
had
come
home
very
late
from
the
City
,
sate
silent
at
the
chimney
side
,
while
his
wife
was
prattling
to
him
;
Emmy
had
gone
up
to
her
room
ailing
and
low-spirited
.
"
She
's
not
happy
,
"
the
mother
went
on
.
"
George
Osborne
neglects
her
.
I
've
no
patience
with
the
airs
of
those
people
.
The
girls
have
not
been
in
the
house
these
three
weeks
;
and
George
has
been
twice
in
town
without
coming
.
Edward
Dale
saw
him
at
the
Opera
.
Edward
would
marry
her
I
'm
sure
:
and
there
's
Captain
Dobbin
who
,
I
think
,
would
--
only
I
hate
all
army
men
.
Such
a
dandy
as
George
has
become
.
With
his
military
airs
,
indeed
!
We
must
show
some
folks
that
we
're
as
good
as
they
.
Only
give
Edward
Dale
any
encouragement
,
and
you
'll
see
.
We
must
have
a
party
,
Mr.
S.
Why
do
n't
you
speak
,
John
?
Shall
I
say
Tuesday
fortnight
?
Why
do
n't
you
answer
?
Good
God
,
John
,
what
has
happened
?
"
John
Sedley
sprang
up
out
of
his
chair
to
meet
his
wife
,
who
ran
to
him
.
He
seized
her
in
his
arms
,
and
said
with
a
hasty
voice
,
"
We
're
ruined
,
Mary
.
We
've
got
the
world
to
begin
over
again
,
dear
.
It
's
best
that
you
should
know
all
,
and
at
once
.
"
As
he
spoke
,
he
trembled
in
every
limb
,
and
almost
fell
.
He
thought
the
news
would
have
overpowered
his
wife
--
his
wife
,
to
whom
he
had
never
said
a
hard
word
.
But
it
was
he
that
was
the
most
moved
,
sudden
as
the
shock
was
to
her
.
When
he
sank
back
into
his
seat
,
it
was
the
wife
that
took
the
office
of
consoler
.
She
took
his
trembling
hand
,
and
kissed
it
,
and
put
it
round
her
neck
:
she
called
him
her
John
--
her
dear
John
--
her
old
man
--
her
kind
old
man
;
she
poured
out
a
hundred
words
of
incoherent
love
and
tenderness
;
her
faithful
voice
and
simple
caresses
wrought
this
sad
heart
up
to
an
inexpressible
delight
and
anguish
,
and
cheered
and
solaced
his
over-burdened
soul
.
Only
once
in
the
course
of
the
long
night
as
they
sate
together
,
and
poor
Sedley
opened
his
pent-up
soul
,
and
told
the
story
of
his
losses
and
embarrassments
--
the
treason
of
some
of
his
oldest
friends
,
the
manly
kindness
of
some
,
from
whom
he
never
could
have
expected
it
--
in
a
general
confession
--
only
once
did
the
faithful
wife
give
way
to
emotion
.
"
My
God
,
my
God
,
it
will
break
Emmy
's
heart
,
"
she
said
.
The
father
had
forgotten
the
poor
girl
.
She
was
lying
,
awake
and
unhappy
,
overhead
.
In
the
midst
of
friends
,
home
,
and
kind
parents
,
she
was
alone
.
To
how
many
people
can
any
one
tell
all
?
Who
will
be
open
where
there
is
no
sympathy
,
or
has
call
to
speak
to
those
who
never
can
understand
?
Our
gentle
Amelia
was
thus
solitary
.
She
had
no
confidante
,
so
to
speak
,
ever
since
she
had
anything
to
confide
.
She
could
not
tell
the
old
mother
her
doubts
and
cares
;
the
would-be
sisters
seemed
every
day
more
strange
to
her
.
And
she
had
misgivings
and
fears
which
she
dared
not
acknowledge
to
herself
,
though
she
was
always
secretly
brooding
over
them
.
Her
heart
tried
to
persist
in
asserting
that
George
Osborne
was
worthy
and
faithful
to
her
,
though
she
knew
otherwise
.
How
many
a
thing
had
she
said
,
and
got
no
echo
from
him
.
How
many
suspicions
of
selfishness
and
indifference
had
she
to
encounter
and
obstinately
overcome
.
To
whom
could
the
poor
little
martyr
tell
these
daily
struggles
and
tortures
?
Her
hero
himself
only
half
understood
her
.
She
did
not
dare
to
own
that
the
man
she
loved
was
her
inferior
;
or
to
feel
that
she
had
given
her
heart
away
too
soon
.
Given
once
,
the
pure
bashful
maiden
was
too
modest
,
too
tender
,
too
trustful
,
too
weak
,
too
much
woman
to
recall
it
.
We
are
Turks
with
the
affections
of
our
women
;
and
have
made
them
subscribe
to
our
doctrine
too
.
We
let
their
bodies
go
abroad
liberally
enough
,
with
smiles
and
ringlets
and
pink
bonnets
to
disguise
them
instead
of
veils
and
yakmaks
.
But
their
souls
must
be
seen
by
only
one
man
,
and
they
obey
not
unwillingly
,
and
consent
to
remain
at
home
as
our
slaves
--
ministering
to
us
and
doing
drudgery
for
us
.
So
imprisoned
and
tortured
was
this
gentle
little
heart
,
when
in
the
month
of
March
,
Anno
Domini
1815
,
Napoleon
landed
at
Cannes
,
and
Louis
XVIII
fled
,
and
all
Europe
was
in
alarm
,
and
the
funds
fell
,
and
old
John
Sedley
was
ruined
.
We
are
not
going
to
follow
the
worthy
old
stockbroker
through
those
last
pangs
and
agonies
of
ruin
through
which
he
passed
before
his
commercial
demise
befell
.
They
declared
him
at
the
Stock
Exchange
;
he
was
absent
from
his
house
of
business
:
his
bills
were
protested
:
his
act
of
bankruptcy
formal
.
The
house
and
furniture
of
Russell
Square
were
seized
and
sold
up
,
and
he
and
his
family
were
thrust
away
,
as
we
have
seen
,
to
hide
their
heads
where
they
might
.
