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I
know
the
Misses
Osborne
were
excellent
critics
of
a
Cashmere
shawl
,
or
a
pink
satin
slip
;
and
when
Miss
Turner
had
hers
dyed
purple
,
and
made
into
a
spencer
;
and
when
Miss
Pickford
had
her
ermine
tippet
twisted
into
a
muff
and
trimmings
,
I
warrant
you
the
changes
did
not
escape
the
two
intelligent
young
women
before
mentioned
.
But
there
are
things
,
look
you
,
of
a
finer
texture
than
fur
or
satin
,
and
all
Solomon
's
glories
,
and
all
the
wardrobe
of
the
Queen
of
Sheba
--
things
whereof
the
beauty
escapes
the
eyes
of
many
connoisseurs
.
And
there
are
sweet
modest
little
souls
on
which
you
light
,
fragrant
and
blooming
tenderly
in
quiet
shady
places
;
and
there
are
garden-ornaments
,
as
big
as
brass
warming-pans
,
that
are
fit
to
stare
the
sun
itself
out
of
countenance
.
Miss
Sedley
was
not
of
the
sunflower
sort
;
and
I
say
it
is
out
of
the
rules
of
all
proportion
to
draw
a
violet
of
the
size
of
a
double
dahlia
.
No
,
indeed
;
the
life
of
a
good
young
girl
who
is
in
the
paternal
nest
as
yet
,
ca
n't
have
many
of
those
thrilling
incidents
to
which
the
heroine
of
romance
commonly
lays
claim
.
Snares
or
shot
may
take
off
the
old
birds
foraging
without
--
hawks
may
be
abroad
,
from
which
they
escape
or
by
whom
they
suffer
;
but
the
young
ones
in
the
nest
have
a
pretty
comfortable
unromantic
sort
of
existence
in
the
down
and
the
straw
,
till
it
comes
to
their
turn
,
too
,
to
get
on
the
wing
.
While
Becky
Sharp
was
on
her
own
wing
in
the
country
,
hopping
on
all
sorts
of
twigs
,
and
amid
a
multiplicity
of
traps
,
and
pecking
up
her
food
quite
harmless
and
successful
,
Amelia
lay
snug
in
her
home
of
Russell
Square
;
if
she
went
into
the
world
,
it
was
under
the
guidance
of
the
elders
;
nor
did
it
seem
that
any
evil
could
befall
her
or
that
opulent
cheery
comfortable
home
in
which
she
was
affectionately
sheltered
.
Mamma
had
her
morning
duties
,
and
her
daily
drive
,
and
the
delightful
round
of
visits
and
shopping
which
forms
the
amusement
,
or
the
profession
as
you
may
call
it
,
of
the
rich
London
lady
.
Papa
conducted
his
mysterious
operations
in
the
City
--
a
stirring
place
in
those
days
,
when
war
was
raging
all
over
Europe
,
and
empires
were
being
staked
;
when
the
"
Courier
"
newspaper
had
tens
of
thousands
of
subscribers
;
when
one
day
brought
you
a
battle
of
Vittoria
,
another
a
burning
of
Moscow
,
or
a
newsman
's
horn
blowing
down
Russell
Square
about
dinner-time
,
announced
such
a
fact
as
--
"
Battle
of
Leipsic
--
six
hundred
thousand
men
engaged
--
total
defeat
of
the
French
--
two
hundred
thousand
killed
.
"
Old
Sedley
once
or
twice
came
home
with
a
very
grave
face
;
and
no
wonder
,
when
such
news
as
this
was
agitating
all
the
hearts
and
all
the
Stocks
of
Europe
.
Meanwhile
matters
went
on
in
Russell
Square
,
Bloomsbury
,
just
as
if
matters
in
Europe
were
not
in
the
least
disorganised
.
The
retreat
from
Leipsic
made
no
difference
in
the
number
of
meals
Mr.
Sambo
took
in
the
servants
'
hall
;
the
allies
poured
into
France
,
and
the
dinner-bell
rang
at
five
o'clock
just
as
usual
.
I
do
n't
think
poor
Amelia
cared
anything
about
Brienne
and
Montmirail
,
or
was
fairly
interested
in
the
war
until
the
abdication
of
the
Emperor
;
when
she
clapped
her
hands
and
said
prayers
--
oh
,
how
grateful
!
and
flung
herself
into
George
Osborne
's
arms
with
all
her
soul
,
to
the
astonishment
of
everybody
who
witnessed
that
ebullition
of
sentiment
.
The
fact
is
,
peace
was
declared
,
Europe
was
going
to
be
at
rest
;
the
Corsican
was
overthrown
,
and
Lieutenant
Osborne
's
regiment
would
not
be
ordered
on
service
.
That
was
the
way
in
which
Miss
Amelia
reasoned
.
The
fate
of
Europe
was
Lieutenant
George
Osborne
to
her
.
His
dangers
being
over
,
she
sang
Te
Deum
.
He
was
her
Europe
:
her
emperor
:
her
allied
monarchs
and
august
prince
regent
.
He
was
her
sun
and
moon
;
and
I
believe
she
thought
the
grand
illumination
and
ball
at
the
Mansion
House
,
given
to
the
sovereigns
,
were
especially
in
honour
of
George
Osborne
.
We
have
talked
of
shift
,
self
,
and
poverty
,
as
those
dismal
instructors
under
whom
poor
Miss
Becky
Sharp
got
her
education
.
Now
,
love
was
Miss
Amelia
Sedley
's
last
tutoress
,
and
it
was
amazing
what
progress
our
young
lady
made
under
that
popular
teacher
.
In
the
course
of
fifteen
or
eighteen
months
'
daily
and
constant
attention
to
this
eminent
finishing
governess
,
what
a
deal
of
secrets
Amelia
learned
,
which
Miss
Wirt
and
the
black-eyed
young
ladies
over
the
way
,
which
old
Miss
Pinkerton
of
Chiswick
herself
,
had
no
cognizance
of
!
As
,
indeed
,
how
should
any
of
those
prim
and
reputable
virgins
?
With
Misses
P.
and
W.
the
tender
passion
is
out
of
the
question
:
I
would
not
dare
to
breathe
such
an
idea
regarding
them
.
Miss
Maria
Osborne
,
it
is
true
,
was
"
attached
"
to
Mr.
Frederick
Augustus
Bullock
,
of
the
firm
of
Hulker
,
Bullock
&
Bullock
;
but
hers
was
a
most
respectable
attachment
,
and
she
would
have
taken
Bullock
Senior
just
the
same
,
her
mind
being
fixed
--
as
that
of
a
well-bred
young
woman
should
be
--
upon
a
house
in
Park
Lane
,
a
country
house
at
Wimbledon
,
a
handsome
chariot
,
and
two
prodigious
tall
horses
and
footmen
,
and
a
fourth
of
the
annual
profits
of
the
eminent
firm
of
Hulker
&
Bullock
,
all
of
which
advantages
were
represented
in
the
person
of
Frederick
Augustus
.
Had
orange
blossoms
been
invented
then
(
those
touching
emblems
of
female
purity
imported
by
us
from
France
,
where
people
's
daughters
are
universally
sold
in
marriage
)
,
Miss
Maria
,
I
say
,
would
have
assumed
the
spotless
wreath
,
and
stepped
into
the
travelling
carriage
by
the
side
of
gouty
,
old
,
bald-headed
,
bottle-nosed
Bullock
Senior
;
and
devoted
her
beautiful
existence
to
his
happiness
with
perfect
modesty
--
only
the
old
gentleman
was
married
already
;
so
she
bestowed
her
young
affections
on
the
junior
partner
.
Sweet
,
blooming
,
orange
flowers
!
The
other
day
I
saw
Miss
Trotter
(
that
was
)
,
arrayed
in
them
,
trip
into
the
travelling
carriage
at
St.
George
's
,
Hanover
Square
,
and
Lord
Methuselah
hobbled
in
after
.
With
what
an
engaging
modesty
she
pulled
down
the
blinds
of
the
chariot
--
the
dear
innocent
!
There
were
half
the
carriages
of
Vanity
Fair
at
the
wedding
.
This
was
not
the
sort
of
love
that
finished
Amelia
's
education
;
and
in
the
course
of
a
year
turned
a
good
young
girl
into
a
good
young
woman
--
to
be
a
good
wife
presently
,
when
the
happy
time
should
come
.
This
young
person
(
perhaps
it
was
very
imprudent
in
her
parents
to
encourage
her
,
and
abet
her
in
such
idolatry
and
silly
romantic
ideas
)
loved
,
with
all
her
heart
,
the
young
officer
in
His
Majesty
's
service
with
whom
we
have
made
a
brief
acquaintance
.
She
thought
about
him
the
very
first
moment
on
waking
;
and
his
was
the
very
last
name
mentioned
m
her
prayers
.
She
never
had
seen
a
man
so
beautiful
or
so
clever
:
such
a
figure
on
horseback
:
such
a
dancer
:
such
a
hero
in
general
.
Talk
of
the
Prince
's
bow
!
what
was
it
to
George
's
?
She
had
seen
Mr.
Brummell
,
whom
everybody
praised
so
.
Compare
such
a
person
as
that
to
her
George
!
Not
amongst
all
the
beaux
at
the
Opera
(
and
there
were
beaux
in
those
days
with
actual
opera
hats
)
was
there
any
one
to
equal
him
.
He
was
only
good
enough
to
be
a
fairy
prince
;
and
oh
,
what
magnanimity
to
stoop
to
such
a
humble
Cinderella
!
Miss
Pinkerton
would
have
tried
to
check
this
blind
devotion
very
likely
,
had
she
been
Amelia
's
confidante
;
but
not
with
much
success
,
depend
upon
it
.
It
is
in
the
nature
and
instinct
of
some
women
.
Some
are
made
to
scheme
,
and
some
to
love
;
and
I
wish
any
respected
bachelor
that
reads
this
may
take
the
sort
that
best
likes
him
.
