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As
for
Emmy
,
she
was
very
happy
and
pleased
.
Dobbin
used
to
carry
about
for
her
her
stool
and
sketch-book
,
and
admired
the
drawings
of
the
good-natured
little
artist
as
they
never
had
been
admired
before
.
She
sat
upon
steamers
'
decks
and
drew
crags
and
castles
,
or
she
mounted
upon
donkeys
and
ascended
to
ancient
robber-towers
,
attended
by
her
two
aides-de-camp
,
Georgy
and
Dobbin
.
She
laughed
,
and
the
Major
did
too
,
at
his
droll
figure
on
donkey-back
,
with
his
long
legs
touching
the
ground
.
He
was
the
interpreter
for
the
party
;
having
a
good
military
knowledge
of
the
German
language
,
and
he
and
the
delighted
George
fought
the
campaigns
of
the
Rhine
and
the
Palatinate
.
In
the
course
of
a
few
weeks
,
and
by
assiduously
conversing
with
Herr
Kirsch
on
the
box
of
the
carriage
,
Georgy
made
prodigious
advance
in
the
knowledge
of
High
Dutch
,
and
could
talk
to
hotel
waiters
and
postilions
in
a
way
that
charmed
his
mother
and
amused
his
guardian
.
Mr.
Jos
did
not
much
engage
in
the
afternoon
excursions
of
his
fellow-travellers
.
He
slept
a
good
deal
after
dinner
,
or
basked
in
the
arbours
of
the
pleasant
inn-gardens
.
Pleasant
Rhine
gardens
!
Fair
scenes
of
peace
and
sunshine
--
noble
purple
mountains
,
whose
crests
are
reflected
in
the
magnificent
stream
--
who
has
ever
seen
you
that
has
not
a
grateful
memory
of
those
scenes
of
friendly
repose
and
beauty
?
To
lay
down
the
pen
and
even
to
think
of
that
beautiful
Rhineland
makes
one
happy
.
At
this
time
of
summer
evening
,
the
cows
are
trooping
down
from
the
hills
,
lowing
and
with
their
bells
tinkling
,
to
the
old
town
,
with
its
old
moats
,
and
gates
,
and
spires
,
and
chestnut-trees
,
with
long
blue
shadows
stretching
over
the
grass
;
the
sky
and
the
river
below
flame
in
crimson
and
gold
;
and
the
moon
is
already
out
,
looking
pale
towards
the
sunset
.
The
sun
sinks
behind
the
great
castle-crested
mountains
,
the
night
falls
suddenly
,
the
river
grows
darker
and
darker
,
lights
quiver
in
it
from
the
windows
in
the
old
ramparts
,
and
twinkle
peacefully
in
the
villages
under
the
hills
on
the
opposite
shore
.
So
Jos
used
to
go
to
sleep
a
good
deal
with
his
bandanna
over
his
face
and
be
very
comfortable
,
and
read
all
the
English
news
,
and
every
word
of
Galignani
's
admirable
newspaper
(
may
the
blessings
of
all
Englishmen
who
have
ever
been
abroad
rest
on
the
founders
and
proprietors
of
that
piratical
print
!
)
and
whether
he
woke
or
slept
,
his
friends
did
not
very
much
miss
him
.
Yes
,
they
were
very
happy
.
They
went
to
the
opera
often
of
evenings
--
to
those
snug
,
unassuming
,
dear
old
operas
in
the
German
towns
,
where
the
noblesse
sits
and
cries
,
and
knits
stockings
on
the
one
side
,
over
against
the
bourgeoisie
on
the
other
;
and
His
Transparency
the
Duke
and
his
Transparent
family
,
all
very
fat
and
good-natured
,
come
and
occupy
the
great
box
in
the
middle
;
and
the
pit
is
full
of
the
most
elegant
slim-waisted
officers
with
straw-coloured
mustachios
,
and
twopence
a
day
on
full
pay
.
Here
it
was
that
Emmy
found
her
delight
,
and
was
introduced
for
the
first
time
to
the
wonders
of
Mozart
and
Cimarosa
.
The
Major
's
musical
taste
has
been
before
alluded
to
,
and
his
performances
on
the
flute
commended
.
But
perhaps
the
chief
pleasure
he
had
in
these
operas
was
in
watching
Emmy
's
rapture
while
listening
to
them
.
A
new
world
of
love
and
beauty
broke
upon
her
when
she
was
introduced
to
those
divine
compositions
;
this
lady
had
the
keenest
and
finest
sensibility
,
and
how
could
she
be
indifferent
when
she
heard
Mozart
?
The
tender
parts
of
"
Don
Juan
"
awakened
in
her
raptures
so
exquisite
that
she
would
ask
herself
when
she
went
to
say
her
prayers
of
a
night
whether
it
was
not
wicked
to
feel
so
much
delight
as
that
with
which
"
Vedrai
Carino
"
and
"
Batti
Batti
"
filled
her
gentle
little
bosom
?
But
the
Major
,
whom
she
consulted
upon
this
head
,
as
her
theological
adviser
(
and
who
himself
had
a
pious
and
reverent
soul
)
,
said
that
for
his
part
,
every
beauty
of
art
or
nature
made
him
thankful
as
well
as
happy
,
and
that
the
pleasure
to
be
had
in
listening
to
fine
music
,
as
in
looking
at
the
stars
in
the
sky
,
or
at
a
beautiful
landscape
or
picture
,
was
a
benefit
for
which
we
might
thank
Heaven
as
sincerely
as
for
any
other
worldly
blessing
.
And
in
reply
to
some
faint
objections
of
Mrs.
Amelia
's
(
taken
from
certain
theological
works
like
the
Washerwoman
of
Finchley
Common
and
others
of
that
school
,
with
which
Mrs.
Osborne
had
been
furnished
during
her
life
at
Brompton
)
he
told
her
an
Eastern
fable
of
the
Owl
who
thought
that
the
sunshine
was
unbearable
for
the
eyes
and
that
the
Nightingale
was
a
most
overrated
bird
.
"
It
is
one
's
nature
to
sing
and
the
other
's
to
hoot
,
"
he
said
,
laughing
,
"
and
with
such
a
sweet
voice
as
you
have
yourself
,
you
must
belong
to
the
Bulbul
faction
.
"
I
like
to
dwell
upon
this
period
of
her
life
and
to
think
that
she
was
cheerful
and
happy
.
You
see
,
she
has
not
had
too
much
of
that
sort
of
existence
as
yet
,
and
has
not
fallen
in
the
way
of
means
to
educate
her
tastes
or
her
intelligence
.
She
has
been
domineered
over
hitherto
by
vulgar
intellects
.
It
is
the
lot
of
many
a
woman
.
And
as
every
one
of
the
dear
sex
is
the
rival
of
the
rest
of
her
kind
,
timidity
passes
for
folly
in
their
charitable
judgments
;
and
gentleness
for
dulness
;
and
silence
--
which
is
but
timid
denial
of
the
unwelcome
assertion
of
ruling
folks
,
and
tacit
protestantism
--
above
all
,
finds
no
mercy
at
the
hands
of
the
female
Inquisition
.
Thus
,
my
dear
and
civilized
reader
,
if
you
and
I
were
to
find
ourselves
this
evening
in
a
society
of
greengrocers
,
let
us
say
,
it
is
probable
that
our
conversation
would
not
be
brilliant
;
if
,
on
the
other
hand
,
a
greengrocer
should
find
himself
at
your
refined
and
polite
tea-table
,
where
everybody
was
saying
witty
things
,
and
everybody
of
fashion
and
repute
tearing
her
friends
to
pieces
in
the
most
delightful
manner
,
it
is
possible
that
the
stranger
would
not
be
very
talkative
and
by
no
means
interesting
or
interested
.
And
it
must
be
remembered
that
this
poor
lady
had
never
met
a
gentleman
in
her
life
until
this
present
moment
.
Perhaps
these
are
rarer
personages
than
some
of
us
think
for
.
Which
of
us
can
point
out
many
such
in
his
circle
--
men
whose
aims
are
generous
,
whose
truth
is
constant
,
and
not
only
constant
in
its
kind
but
elevated
in
its
degree
;
whose
want
of
meanness
makes
them
simple
;
who
can
look
the
world
honestly
in
the
face
with
an
equal
manly
sympathy
for
the
great
and
the
small
?
We
all
know
a
hundred
whose
coats
are
very
well
made
,
and
a
score
who
have
excellent
manners
,
and
one
or
two
happy
beings
who
are
what
they
call
in
the
inner
circles
,
and
have
shot
into
the
very
centre
and
bull
's
-
eye
of
the
fashion
;
but
of
gentlemen
how
many
?
Let
us
take
a
little
scrap
of
paper
and
each
make
out
his
list
.
