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mere possibility. When he came up to the row of houses, at last, where she lived, and to the gate, he caught hold of it and paused. He might have heard the thumping of his own heart. May God Almighty bless her, whatever has happened, he thought to himself. Psha! she may be gone from here, he said and went in through the gate. The window of the parlour which she used to occupy was open, and there were no inmates in the room. The Major thought he recognized the piano, though, with the picture over it, as it used to be in former days, and his perturbations were renewed. Mr. Clapps brass plate was still on the door, at the knocker of which Dobbin performed a summons. A buxom-looking lass of sixteen, with bright eyes and purple cheeks, came to answer the knock and looked hard at the Major as he leant back against the little porch. He was as pale as a ghost and could hardly falter out the wordsDoes Mrs. Osborne live here? She looked him hard in the face for a momentand then turning white toosaid, Lord bless meits Major Dobbin. She held out both her hands shaking Dont you remember me? she said. I used to call you Major Sugarplums. On which, and I believe it was for the first time that he ever so conducted himself in his life, the Major took the girl in his arms and kissed her. She began to laugh and cry hysterically, and calling out Ma, Pa! with all her voice, brought up those worthy people, who had already been surveying the Major from the casement of the ornamental kitchen, and were astonished to find their daughter in the little passage in the embrace of a great tall man in a blue frock-coat and white duck trousers. Im an old friend, he saidnot without blushing though. Dont you remember me, Mrs. Clapp, and those good cakes you used to make for tea? Dont you recollect me, Clapp? Im Georges godfather, and just come back from India. A great shaking of hands ensued Mrs. Clapp was greatly affected and delighted; she called upon heaven to interpose a vast many times in that passage. The landlord and landlady of the house led the worthy Major into the Sedleys room (whereof he remembered every single article of furniture, from the old brass ornamented piano, once a natty little instrument, Stothard maker, to the screens and the alabaster miniature tombstone, in the midst of which ticked Mr. Sedleys gold watch), and there, as he sat down in the lodgers vacant arm-chair, the father, the mother, and the daughter, with a thousand ejaculatory breaks in the narrative, informed Major Dobbin of what we know already, but of particulars in Amelias history of which he was not aware namely of Mrs. Sedleys death, of Georges reconcilement with his grandfather Osborne, of the way in which the widow took on at leaving him, and of other particulars of her life. Twice or thrice he was going to ask about the marriage question, but his heart failed him. He did not care to lay it bare to these people. Finally, he was informed that Mrs. O. was gone to walk with her pa in Kensington Gardens, whither she always went with the old gentleman (who was very weak and peevish now, and led her a sad life, though she behaved to him like an angel, to be sure), of a fine afternoon, after dinner. Im very much pressed for time, the Major said, and have business to-night of importance. I should like to see Mrs. Osborne tho. Suppose Miss Polly would come with me and show me the way? Miss Polly was charmed and astonished at this proposal. She knew the way. She would show Major Dobbin. She had often been with Mr. Sedley when Mrs. O. was gonewas gone Russell Square wayand knew the bench where he liked to sit. She bounced away to her apartment and appeared presently in her best bonnet and her mammas yellow shawl and large pebble brooch, of which she assumed the loan in order to make herself a worthy companion for the Major. That officer, then, in his blue frock-coat and buckskin gloves, gave the young lady his arm, and they walked away very gaily. He was glad to have a friend at hand for the scene which he dreaded somehow. He asked a thousand more questions from his companion about Amelia: his kind heart grieved to think that she should have had to part with her son. How did she bear it? Did she see him often? Was Mr. |
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