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Holding
this
kind
of
conversation
,
and
building
numberless
castles
in
the
air
(
which
Amelia
adorned
with
all
sorts
of
flower-gardens
,
rustic
walks
,
country
churches
,
Sunday
schools
,
and
the
like
;
while
George
had
his
mind
's
eye
directed
to
the
stables
,
the
kennel
,
and
the
cellar
)
,
this
young
pair
passed
away
a
couple
of
hours
very
pleasantly
;
and
as
the
Lieutenant
had
only
that
single
day
in
town
,
and
a
great
deal
of
most
important
business
to
transact
,
it
was
proposed
that
Miss
Emmy
should
dine
with
her
future
sisters-in-law
.
This
invitation
was
accepted
joyfully
.
He
conducted
her
to
his
sisters
;
where
he
left
her
talking
and
prattling
in
a
way
that
astonished
those
ladies
,
who
thought
that
George
might
make
something
of
her
;
and
he
then
went
off
to
transact
his
business
.
In
a
word
,
he
went
out
and
ate
ices
at
a
pastry-cook
's
shop
in
Charing
Cross
;
tried
a
new
coat
in
Pall
Mall
;
dropped
in
at
the
Old
Slaughters
'
,
and
called
for
Captain
Cannon
;
played
eleven
games
at
billiards
with
the
Captain
,
of
which
he
won
eight
,
and
returned
to
Russell
Square
half
an
hour
late
for
dinner
,
but
in
very
good
humour
.
It
was
not
so
with
old
Mr.
Osborne
.
When
that
gentleman
came
from
the
City
,
and
was
welcomed
in
the
drawing-room
by
his
daughters
and
the
elegant
Miss
Wirt
,
they
saw
at
once
by
his
face
--
which
was
puffy
,
solemn
,
and
yellow
at
the
best
of
times
--
and
by
the
scowl
and
twitching
of
his
black
eyebrows
,
that
the
heart
within
his
large
white
waistcoat
was
disturbed
and
uneasy
.
When
Amelia
stepped
forward
to
salute
him
,
which
she
always
did
with
great
trembling
and
timidity
,
he
gave
a
surly
grunt
of
recognition
,
and
dropped
the
little
hand
out
of
his
great
hirsute
paw
without
any
attempt
to
hold
it
there
.
He
looked
round
gloomily
at
his
eldest
daughter
;
who
,
comprehending
the
meaning
of
his
look
,
which
asked
unmistakably
,
"
Why
the
devil
is
she
here
?
"
said
at
once
:
"
George
is
in
town
,
Papa
;
and
has
gone
to
the
Horse
Guards
,
and
will
be
back
to
dinner
.
"
"
O
he
is
,
is
he
?
I
wo
n't
have
the
dinner
kept
waiting
for
him
,
Jane
"
;
with
which
this
worthy
man
lapsed
into
his
particular
chair
,
and
then
the
utter
silence
in
his
genteel
,
well-furnished
drawing-room
was
only
interrupted
by
the
alarmed
ticking
of
the
great
French
clock
.
When
that
chronometer
,
which
was
surmounted
by
a
cheerful
brass
group
of
the
sacrifice
of
Iphigenia
,
tolled
five
in
a
heavy
cathedral
tone
,
Mr.
Osborne
pulled
the
bell
at
his
right
hand
violently
,
and
the
butler
rushed
up
.
"
Dinner
!
"
roared
Mr.
Osborne
.
"
Mr.
George
is
n't
come
in
,
sir
,
"
interposed
the
man
.
"
Damn
Mr.
George
,
sir
.
Am
I
master
of
the
house
?
DINNER
!
"
Mr.
Osborne
scowled
.
Amelia
trembled
.
A
telegraphic
communication
of
eyes
passed
between
the
other
three
ladies
.
The
obedient
bell
in
the
lower
regions
began
ringing
the
announcement
of
the
meal
.
