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For
,
you
see
,
we
have
adroitly
shut
the
door
upon
the
meeting
between
Jos
and
the
old
father
and
the
poor
little
gentle
sister
inside
.
The
old
man
was
very
much
affected
;
so
,
of
course
,
was
his
daughter
;
nor
was
Jos
without
feeling
.
In
that
long
absence
of
ten
years
,
the
most
selfish
will
think
about
home
and
early
ties
.
Distance
sanctifies
both
.
Long
brooding
over
those
lost
pleasures
exaggerates
their
charm
and
sweetness
.
Jos
was
unaffectedly
glad
to
see
and
shake
the
hand
of
his
father
,
between
whom
and
himself
there
had
been
a
coolness
--
glad
to
see
his
little
sister
,
whom
he
remembered
so
pretty
and
smiling
,
and
pained
at
the
alteration
which
time
,
grief
,
and
misfortune
had
made
in
the
shattered
old
man
.
Emmy
had
come
out
to
the
door
in
her
black
clothes
and
whispered
to
him
of
her
mother
's
death
,
and
not
to
speak
of
it
to
their
father
.
There
was
no
need
of
this
caution
,
for
the
elder
Sedley
himself
began
immediately
to
speak
of
the
event
,
and
prattled
about
it
,
and
wept
over
it
plenteously
.
It
shocked
the
Indian
not
a
little
and
made
him
think
of
himself
less
than
the
poor
fellow
was
accustomed
to
do
.
The
result
of
the
interview
must
have
been
very
satisfactory
,
for
when
Jos
had
reascended
his
post-chaise
and
had
driven
away
to
his
hotel
,
Emmy
embraced
her
father
tenderly
,
appealing
to
him
with
an
air
of
triumph
,
and
asking
the
old
man
whether
she
did
not
always
say
that
her
brother
had
a
good
heart
?
Indeed
,
Joseph
Sedley
,
affected
by
the
humble
position
in
which
he
found
his
relations
,
and
in
the
expansiveness
and
overflowing
of
heart
occasioned
by
the
first
meeting
,
declared
that
they
should
never
suffer
want
or
discomfort
any
more
,
that
he
was
at
home
for
some
time
at
any
rate
,
during
which
his
house
and
everything
he
had
should
be
theirs
:
and
that
Amelia
would
look
very
pretty
at
the
head
of
his
table
--
until
she
would
accept
one
of
her
own
.
She
shook
her
head
sadly
and
had
,
as
usual
,
recourse
to
the
waterworks
.
She
knew
what
he
meant
.
She
and
her
young
confidante
,
Miss
Mary
,
had
talked
over
the
matter
most
fully
,
the
very
night
of
the
Major
's
visit
,
beyond
which
time
the
impetuous
Polly
could
not
refrain
from
talking
of
the
discovery
which
she
had
made
,
and
describing
the
start
and
tremor
of
joy
by
which
Major
Dobbin
betrayed
himself
when
Mr.
Binny
passed
with
his
bride
and
the
Major
learned
that
he
had
no
longer
a
rival
to
fear
.
"
Did
n't
you
see
how
he
shook
all
over
when
you
asked
if
he
was
married
and
he
said
,
'
Who
told
you
those
lies
?
'
Oh
,
M'am
,
"
Polly
said
,
"
he
never
kept
his
eyes
off
you
,
and
I
'm
sure
he
's
grown
grey
athinking
of
you
.
"
But
Amelia
,
looking
up
at
her
bed
,
over
which
hung
the
portraits
of
her
husband
and
son
,
told
her
young
protegee
never
,
never
,
to
speak
on
that
subject
again
;
that
Major
Dobbin
had
been
her
husband
's
dearest
friend
and
her
own
and
George
's
most
kind
and
affectionate
guardian
;
that
she
loved
him
as
a
brother
--
but
that
a
woman
who
had
been
married
to
such
an
angel
as
that
,
and
she
pointed
to
the
wall
,
could
never
think
of
any
other
union
.
Poor
Polly
sighed
:
she
thought
what
she
should
do
if
young
Mr.
Tomkins
,
at
the
surgery
,
who
always
looked
at
her
so
at
church
,
and
who
,
by
those
mere
aggressive
glances
had
put
her
timorous
little
heart
into
such
a
flutter
that
she
was
ready
to
surrender
at
once
--
what
she
should
do
if
he
were
to
die
?
She
knew
he
was
consumptive
,
his
cheeks
were
so
red
and
he
was
so
uncommon
thin
in
the
waist
.
Not
that
Emmy
,
being
made
aware
of
the
honest
Major
's
passion
,
rebuffed
him
in
any
way
,
or
felt
displeased
with
him
.
Such
an
attachment
from
so
true
and
loyal
a
gentleman
could
make
no
woman
angry
.
Desdemona
was
not
angry
with
Cassio
,
though
there
is
very
little
doubt
she
saw
the
Lieutenant
's
partiality
for
her
(
and
I
for
my
part
believe
that
many
more
things
took
place
in
that
sad
affair
than
the
worthy
Moorish
officer
ever
knew
of
)
;
why
,
Miranda
was
even
very
kind
to
Caliban
,
and
we
may
be
pretty
sure
for
the
same
reason
.
Not
that
she
would
encourage
him
in
the
least
--
the
poor
uncouth
monster
--
of
course
not
.
No
more
would
Emmy
by
any
means
encourage
her
admirer
,
the
Major
.
She
would
give
him
that
friendly
regard
,
which
so
much
excellence
and
fidelity
merited
;
she
would
treat
him
with
perfect
cordiality
and
frankness
until
he
made
his
proposals
,
and
THEN
it
would
be
time
enough
for
her
to
speak
and
to
put
an
end
to
hopes
which
never
could
be
realized
.
She
slept
,
therefore
,
very
soundly
that
evening
,
after
the
conversation
with
Miss
Polly
,
and
was
more
than
ordinarily
happy
,
in
spite
of
Jos
's
delaying
.
"
I
am
glad
he
is
not
going
to
marry
that
Miss
O'Dowd
,
"
she
thought
.
"
Colonel
O'Dowd
never
could
have
a
sister
fit
for
such
an
accomplished
man
as
Major
William
.
"
Who
was
there
amongst
her
little
circle
who
would
make
him
a
good
wife
?
Not
Miss
Binny
,
she
was
too
old
and
ill-tempered
;
Miss
Osborne
?
too
old
too
.
Little
Polly
was
too
young
.
Mrs.
Osborne
could
not
find
anybody
to
suit
the
Major
before
she
went
to
sleep
.
The
same
morning
brought
Major
Dobbin
a
letter
to
the
Slaughters
'
Coffee-house
from
his
friend
at
Southampton
,
begging
dear
Dob
to
excuse
Jos
for
being
in
a
rage
when
awakened
the
day
before
(
he
had
a
confounded
headache
,
and
was
just
in
his
first
sleep
)
,
and
entreating
Dob
to
engage
comfortable
rooms
at
the
Slaughters
'
for
Mr.
Sedley
and
his
servants
.
The
Major
had
become
necessary
to
Jos
during
the
voyage
.
He
was
attached
to
him
,
and
hung
upon
him
.
The
other
passengers
were
away
to
London
.
