Shes been useful to you, my dear, George said to his wife, whom he could leave alone with less scruple when she had this society. But what a comfort it is that Rebeccas come: you will have her for a friend, and we may get rid now of this damnd Irishwoman. To this Amelia did not answer, yes or no: and how do we know what her thoughts were?
The coup dil of the Brussels opera-house did not strike Mrs. ODowd as being so fine as the theatre in Fishamble Street, Dublin, nor was French music at all equal, in her opinion, to the melodies of her native country. She favoured her friends with these and other opinions in a very loud tone of voice, and tossed about a great clattering fan she sported, with the most splendid complacency.
Who is that wonderful woman with Amelia, Rawdon, love? said a lady in an opposite box (who, almost always civil to her husband in private, was more fond than ever of him in company).
Dont you see that creature with a yellow thing in her turban, and a red satin gown, and a great watch?
Near the pretty little woman in white? asked a middle-aged gentleman seated by the querists side, with orders in his button, and several under-waistcoats, and a great, choky, white stock.
That pretty woman in white is Amelia, General: you are remarking all the pretty women, you naughty man.
Only one, begad, in the world! said the General, delighted, and the lady gave him a tap with a large bouquet which she had.
Bedad its him, said Mrs. ODowd; and thats the very bokay he bought in the Marshy aux Flures! and when Rebecca, having caught her friends eye, performed the little hand-kissing operation once more, Mrs. Major OD., taking the compliment to herself, returned the salute with a gracious smile, which sent that unfortunate Dobbin shrieking out of the box again.
At the end of the act, George was out of the box in a moment, and he was even going to pay his respects to Rebecca in her loge. He met Crawley in the lobby, however, where they exchanged a few sentences upon the occurrences of the last fortnight.
You found my cheque all right at the agents? George said, with a knowing air.
All right, my boy, Rawdon answered. Happy to give you your revenge. Governor come round?
Not yet, said George, but he will; and you know Ive some private fortune through my mother. Has Aunty relented?
Sent me twenty pound, damned old screw. When shall we have a meet? The General dines out on Tuesday. Cant you come Tuesday? I say, make Sedley cut off his moustache. What the devil does a civilian mean with a moustache and those infernal frogs to his coat! By-bye. Try and come on Tuesday; and Rawdon was going-off with two brilliant young gentlemen of fashion, who were, like himself, on the staff of a general officer.
George was only half pleased to be asked to dinner on that particular day when the General was not to dine. I will go in and pay my respects to your wife, said he; at which Rawdon said, Hm, as you please, looking very glum, and at which the two young officers exchanged knowing glances. George parted from them and strutted down the lobby to the Generals box, the number of which he had carefully counted.
Entrez, said a clear little voice, and our friend found himself in Rebeccas presence; who jumped up, clapped her hands together, and held out both of them to George, so charmed was she to see him. The General, with the orders in his button, stared at the newcomer with a sulky scowl, as much as to say, who the devil are you?
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