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carry about with them now-a-days, in cones of filigree paper; but the young women were delighted with the gift, as Joseph presented one to each, with an exceedingly solemn bow. Bravo, Jos! cried Osborne. Thank you, dear Joseph, said Amelia, quite ready to kiss her brother, if he were so minded. (And I think for a kiss from such a dear creature as Amelia, I would purchase all Mr. Lees conservatories out of hand.) O heavenly, heavenly flowers! exclaimed Miss Sharp, and smelt them delicately, and held them to her bosom, and cast up her eyes to the ceiling, in an ecstasy of admiration. Perhaps she just looked first into the bouquet, to see whether there was a billet-doux hidden among the flowers; but there was no letter. Do they talk the language of flowers at Boggley Wollah, Sedley? asked Osborne, laughing. Pooh, nonsense! replied the sentimental youth. Bought em at Nathans; very glad you like em; and eh, Amelia, my dear, I bought a pine-apple at the same time, which I gave to Sambo. Lets have it for tiffin; very cool and nice this hot weather. Rebecca said she had never tasted a pine, and longed beyond everything to taste one. So the conversation went on. I dont know on what pretext Osborne left the room, or why, presently, Amelia went away, perhaps to superintend the slicing of the pine-apple; but Jos was left alone with Rebecca, who had resumed her work, and the green silk and the shining needles were quivering rapidly under her white slender fingers. What a beautiful, byoo-ootiful song that was you sang last night, dear Miss Sharp, said the Collector. It made me cry almost; pon my honour it did. Because you have a kind heart, Mr. Joseph; all the Sedleys have, I think. It kept me awake last night, and I was trying to hum it this morning, in bed; I was, upon my honour. Gollop, my doctor, came in at eleven (for Im a sad invalid, you know, and see Gollop every day), and, gad! there I was, singing away likea robin. O you droll creature! Do let me hear you sing it. Me? No, you, Miss Sharp; my dear Miss Sharp, do sing it. Not now, Mr. Sedley, said Rebecca, with a sigh. My spirits are not equal to it; besides, I must finish the purse. Will you help me, Mr. Sedley? And before he had time to ask how, Mr. Joseph Sedley, of the East India Companys service, was actually seated tête-à-tête with a young lady, looking at her with a most killing expression; his arms stretched out before her in an imploring attitude, and his hands bound in a web of green silk, which she was unwinding. In this romantic position Osborne and Amelia found the interesting pair, when they entered to announce that tiffin was ready. The skein of silk was just wound round the card; but Mr. Jos had never spoken. I am sure he will to-night, dear, Amelia said, as she pressed Rebeccas hand; and Sedley, too, had communed with his soul, and said to himself, Gad, Ill pop the question at Vauxhall. |
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