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"
Mrs.
Dobbin
?
"
Amelia
said
,
making
a
movement
back
--
why
did
n't
he
speak
?
"
No
,
"
he
said
,
letting
her
hands
go
:
"
Who
has
told
you
those
lies
?
I
mean
,
your
brother
Jos
came
in
the
same
ship
with
me
,
and
is
come
home
to
make
you
all
happy
.
"
"
Papa
,
Papa
!
"
Emmy
cried
out
,
"
here
are
news
!
My
brother
is
in
England
.
He
is
come
to
take
care
of
you
.
Here
is
Major
Dobbin
.
"
Mr.
Sedley
started
up
,
shaking
a
great
deal
and
gathering
up
his
thoughts
.
Then
he
stepped
forward
and
made
an
old-fashioned
bow
to
the
Major
,
whom
he
called
Mr.
Dobbin
,
and
hoped
his
worthy
father
,
Sir
William
,
was
quite
well
.
He
proposed
to
call
upon
Sir
William
,
who
had
done
him
the
honour
of
a
visit
a
short
time
ago
.
Sir
William
had
not
called
upon
the
old
gentleman
for
eight
years
--
it
was
that
visit
he
was
thinking
of
returning
.
"
He
is
very
much
shaken
,
"
Emmy
whispered
as
Dobbin
went
up
and
cordially
shook
hands
with
the
old
man
.
Although
he
had
such
particular
business
in
London
that
evening
,
the
Major
consented
to
forego
it
upon
Mr.
Sedley
's
invitation
to
him
to
come
home
and
partake
of
tea
.
Amelia
put
her
arm
under
that
of
her
young
friend
with
the
yellow
shawl
and
headed
the
party
on
their
return
homewards
,
so
that
Mr.
Sedley
fell
to
Dobbin
's
share
.
The
old
man
walked
very
slowly
and
told
a
number
of
ancient
histories
about
himself
and
his
poor
Bessy
,
his
former
prosperity
,
and
his
bankruptcy
.
His
thoughts
,
as
is
usual
with
failing
old
men
,
were
quite
in
former
times
.
The
present
,
with
the
exception
of
the
one
catastrophe
which
he
felt
,
he
knew
little
about
.
The
Major
was
glad
to
let
him
talk
on
.
His
eyes
were
fixed
upon
the
figure
in
front
of
him
--
the
dear
little
figure
always
present
to
his
imagination
and
in
his
prayers
,
and
visiting
his
dreams
wakeful
or
slumbering
.
Amelia
was
very
happy
,
smiling
,
and
active
all
that
evening
,
performing
her
duties
as
hostess
of
the
little
entertainment
with
the
utmost
grace
and
propriety
,
as
Dobbin
thought
.
His
eyes
followed
her
about
as
they
sat
in
the
twilight
.
How
many
a
time
had
he
longed
for
that
moment
and
thought
of
her
far
away
under
hot
winds
and
in
weary
marches
,
gentle
and
happy
,
kindly
ministering
to
the
wants
of
old
age
,
and
decorating
poverty
with
sweet
submission
--
as
he
saw
her
now
.
I
do
not
say
that
his
taste
was
the
highest
,
or
that
it
is
the
duty
of
great
intellects
to
be
content
with
a
bread-and-butter
paradise
,
such
as
sufficed
our
simple
old
friend
;
but
his
desires
were
of
this
sort
,
whether
for
good
or
bad
,
and
,
with
Amelia
to
help
him
,
he
was
as
ready
to
drink
as
many
cups
of
tea
as
Doctor
Johnson
.
Amelia
seeing
this
propensity
,
laughingly
encouraged
it
and
looked
exceedingly
roguish
as
she
administered
to
him
cup
after
cup
.
It
is
true
she
did
not
know
that
the
Major
had
had
no
dinner
and
that
the
cloth
was
laid
for
him
at
the
Slaughters
'
,
and
a
plate
laid
thereon
to
mark
that
the
table
was
retained
,
in
that
very
box
in
which
the
Major
and
George
had
sat
many
a
time
carousing
,
when
she
was
a
child
just
come
home
from
Miss
Pinkerton
's
school
.
