CHAPTER XVⅡ
How Captain Dobbin Bought a Piano
OUR SURPRISED story now finds itself for a moment among very famous events and personages, and hanging on to the skirts of history. When the eagles of napoleon Bonaparte, the Corsican upstart, were flying from Provence, where they had perched after a brief sojourn in elba, and from steeple to steeple until they reached the towers of notre Dame, I wonder whether the Imperial birds had any eye for a little corner of the parish of Bloomsbury, London, which you might have thought so quiet, that even the whirring and fapping of those mighty wings would pass unobserved there?
“napoleon has landed at Cannes.”such news might create a panic at Vienna, and cause russia to drop his cards, and take Prussia into a corner, and talleyrand and metternich to wag their heads together, while Prince Hardenberg, and even the present Marquis of Londonderry, were puzzled；but how was this intelligence to affect a young lady in russell square, before whose door the watchman sang the hours when she was asleep：who, if she strolled in the square, was guarded there by the railings and the beadle：who, if she walked ever so short a distance to buy a ribbon in southampton row, was followed by Black sambo with an enormous cane；who was always cared for, dressed, put to bed, and watched over by ever so many guardian angels, with and without wages?Bon Dieu, I say, is it not hard that the fateful rush of the great Imperial struggle can't take place without afecting a poor little harmless girl of eighteen, whois occupied in billing and cooing, or working muslin collars in russell Square?You too, kindly, homely fower暂筝！—is the great roaring war tempest coming to sweep you down, here, although cowering under the shelter of Holborn?Yes刨疼；Napoleon is finging his last stake, and poor little Emmy sedley's happiness forms, somehow, part of it.
In the frst place, her father's fortune was swept down with that fatal news. all his speculations had of late gone wrong with the luckless old gentleman.Ventures had failed疟赊；merchants had broken；funds had risen when he calculated they would fall.What need to particularize?If success is rare and slow, everybody knows how quick and easy ruin is.Old Sedley had kept his own sad counsel.Everything seemed to go on as usual in the quiet, opulent house玫锋；the good-natured mistress pursuing, quite unsuspiciously, her bustling idleness, and daily easy avocations滓走；the daughter absorbed still in one selfsh, tender thought, and quite regardless of all the world besides, when that final crash came, under which the worthy family fell.
One night Mrs. Sedley was writing cards for a party；the Osbornes had given one, and she must not be behindhand嗓化；John Sedley, who had come home very late from the City, sate silent at the chimney side, while his wife was prattling to him棠涮；Emmy had gone up to her room ailing and low-spirited.“She's not happy，”the mother went on.“George Osborne neglects her.I've no patience with the airs of those people.the girls have not been in the house these three weeks刺覆；and George has been twice in town without coming.Edward Dale saw him at the Opera.Edward would marry her I'm sure严肪；and there's Captain Dobbin who, I think, would—only I hate all army men.such a dandy as george has become.With his military airs, indeed！We must show some folks that we're as good as they.Only give Edward Dale any encouragement, and you’ll see.We must have a party, mr.s.Why don’t you speak, John?shall I say tuesday fortnight?Why don’t you answer?good god, John, what has happened?”
John sedley sprang up out of his chair to meet his wife, who ran to him. he seized her in his arms, and said with a hasty voice谦屑，“We're ruined, mary.We've got the world to begin over again, dear.It's best that you should know all, and at once.”as he spoke, he trembled in every limb, and almost fell.he thought the news would have overpowered his wife—his wife, to whom he had never said a hard word.But it was he thatwas the most moved, sudden as the shock was to her.When he sank back into his seat, it was the wife that took the ofce of consoler.She took his trembling hand, and kissed it, and put it round her neck驳糯；she called him her John—her dear John—her old man—her kind old man；she poured out a hundred words of incoherent love and tenderness伦仍；her faithful voice and simple caresses wrought this sad heart up to an inexpressible delight and anguish, and cheered and solaced his over-burdened soul.
Only once in the course of the long night as they sate together, and poor Sedley opened his pent-up soul, and told the story of his losses and embarrassments—the treason of some of his oldest friends, the manly kindness of some, from whom he never could have expected it—in a general confession—only once did the faithful wife give way to emotion.
“my god, my god, it will break emmy's heart结窘，”she said.
the father had forgotten the poor girl. she was lying, awake and unhappy, overhead.In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone.to how many people can any one tell all?Who will be open where there is no sympathy, or has call to speak to those who never can understand?Our gentle Amelia was thus solitary.She had no confdante, so to speak, ever since she had anything to confde.She could not tell the old mother her doubts and cares；the would-be sisters seemed every day more strange to her.and she had misgivings and fears which she dared not acknowledge to herself, though she was always secretly brooding over them.
Her heart tried to persist in asserting that George Osborne was worthy and faithful to her, though she knew otherwise. how many a thing had she said, and got no echo from him.How many suspicions of selfshness and indifference had she to encounter and obstinately overcome.to whom could the poor little martyr tell these daily struggles and tortures?her hero himself only half understood her.she did not dare to own that the man she loved was her inferior充蓝；or to feel that she had given her heart away too soon.given once, the pure bashful maiden was too modest, too tender, too trustful, too weak, too much woman to recall it.We are Turks with the afections of our women隧枫；and have made them subscribe to our doctrine too.We let their bodies go abroad liberally enough, with smiles and ringlets and pink bonnets to disguise them instead of veils and yakmaks.But their souls must be seen by only one man, and they obeynot unwillingly, and consent to remain at home as our slaves—ministering to us and doing drudgery for us.
so imprisoned and tortured was this gentle little heart, when in the month of March, Anno Domini 1815，Napoleon landed at Cannes, and Louis XVIII fed, and all Europe was in alarm, and the funds fell, and old John sedley was ruined.
We are not going to follow the worthy old stockbroker through those last pangs and agonies of ruin through which he passed before his commercial demise befell. They declared him at the Stock Exchange谓苟；he was absent from his house of business官脓；his bills were protested：his act of bankruptcy formal.the house and furniture of russell square were seized and sold up, and he and his family were thrust away, as we have seen, to hide their heads where they might.
John sedley had not the heart to review the domestic establishment who have appeared now and anon in our pages and of whom he was now forced by poverty to take leave. the wages of those worthy people were discharged with that punctuality which men frequently show who only owe in great sums—they were sorry to leave good places—but they did not break their hearts at parting from their adored master and mistress.Amelia's maid was profuse in condolences, but went of quite resigned to better herself in a genteeler quarter of the town.Black sambo, with the infatuation of his profession, determined on setting up a public-house.honest old mrs.Blenkinsop indeed, who had seen the birth of Jos and amelia, and the wooing of John sedley and his wife, was for staying by them without wages, having amassed a considerable sum in their service；and she accompanied the fallen people into their new and humble place of refuge, where she tended them and grumbled against them for a while.
Of all Sedley's opponents in his debates with his creditors which now ensued, and harassed the feelings of the humiliated old gentleman so severely, that in six weeks he oldened more than he had done for ffteen years before—the most determined and obstinate seemed to be John Osborne, his old friend and neighbour—John Osborne, whom he had set up in life—who was under a hundred obligations to him—and whose sonwas to marry sedley's daughter. any one of these circumstances would account for the bitterness of Osborne's opposition.
When one man has been under very remarkable obligations to another, with whom he subsequently quarrels, a common sense of decency, as it were, makes of the former a much severer enemy than a mere stranger would be. To account for your own hard-heartedness and ingratitude in such a case, you are bound to prove the other party's crime.It is not that you are selfsh, brutal, and angry at the failure of a speculation—no, no—it is that your partner has led you into it by the basest treachery and with the most sinister motives.From a mere sense of consistency, a persecutor is bound to show that the fallen man is a villain—otherwise he, the persecutor, is a wretch himself.
and as a general rule, which may make all creditors who are inclined to be severe pretty comfortable in their minds, no men embarrassed are altogether honest, very likely. They conceal something涝焙；they exaggerate chances of good luck卑笨；hide away the real state of afairs；say that things are fourishing when they are hopeless, keep a smiling face（a dreary smile it is）upon the verge of bankruptcy—are ready to lay hold of any pretext for delay or of any money, so as to stave of the inevitable ruin a few days longer.“Down with such dishonesty仑撞，”says the creditor in triumph, and reviles his sinking enemy.“You fool, why do you catch at a straw?”calm good sense says to the man that is drowning.“You villain, why do you shrink from plunging into the irretrievable gazette?”says prosperity to the poor devil battling in that black gulf.Who has not remarked the readiness with which the closest of friends and honestest of men suspect and accuse each other of cheating when they fall out on money matters?everybody does it.everybody is right, I suppose, and the world is a rogue.
Then Osborne had the intolerable sense of former benefts to goad and irritate him：these are always a cause of hostility aggravated. Finally, he had to break of the match between Sedley's daughter and his son赤兴；and as it had gone very far indeed, and as the poor girl's happiness and perhaps character were compromised, it was necessary to show the strongest reasons for the rupture, and for John Osborne to prove John Sedley to bea very bad character indeed.
at the meetings of creditors, then, he comported himself with a savageness and scorn towards sedley, which almost succeeded in breaking the heart of that ruined bankrupt man. On George's intercourse with Amelia he put an instant veto—menacing the youth with maledictions if he broke his commands, and vilipending the poor innocent girl as the basest and most artful of vixens.One of the great conditions of anger and hatred is, that you must tell and believe lies against the hated object, in order, as we said, to be consistent.
When the great crash came—the announcement of ruin, and the departure from russell square, and the declaration that all was over between her and George—all over between her and love, her and happiness, her and faith in the world—a brutal letter from John Osborne told her in a few curt lines that her father's conduct had been of such a nature that all engagements between the families were at an end—when the fnal award came, it did not shock her so much as her parents, as her mother rather expected（for John Sedley himself was entirely prostrate in the ruins of his own afairs and shattered honour）. Amelia took the news very palely and calmly.It was only the confrmation of the dark presages which had long gone before.It was the mere reading of the sentence—of the crime she had long ago been guilty—the crime of loving wrongly, too violently, against reason.she told no more of her thoughts now than she had before.she seemed scarcely more unhappy now when convinced all hope was over, than before when she felt but dared not confess that it was gone.so she changed from the large house to the small one without any mark or diference妖滔；remained in her little room for the most part；pined silently桶良；and died away day by day.I do not mean to say that all females are so.my dear miss Bullock, I do not think your heart would break in this way.You are a strong-minded young woman with proper principles.I do not venture to say that mine would座舍；it has sufered, and, it must be confessed, survived.But there are some souls thus gently constituted, thus frail, and delicate, and tender.
Whenever old John sedley thought of the affair between georgeand amelia, or alluded to it, it was with bitterness almost as great as Mr. Osborne himself had shown.He cursed Osborne and his family as heartless, wicked, and ungrateful.no power on earth, he swore, would induce him to marry his daughter to the son of such a villain, and he ordered emmy to banish george from her mind, and to return all the presents and letters which she had ever had from him.
she promised acquiescence, and tried to obey. she put up the two or three trinkets：and, as for the letters, she drew them out of the place where she kept them；and read them over—as if she did not know them by heart already陨帆；but she could not part with them.That efort was too much for her曲秉；she placed them back in her bosom again—as you have seen a woman nurse a child that is dead.Young amelia felt that she would die or lose her senses outright, if torn away from this last consolation.How she used to blush and lighten up when those letters came！How she used to trip away with a beating heart, so that she might read unseen疲牵！If they were cold, yet how perversely this fond little soul interpreted them into warmth.If they were short or selfsh, what excuses she found for the writer承二！
It was over these few worthless papers that she brooded and brooded. She lived in her past life—every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it.How well she remembered them all！His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how—these relics and remembrances of dead afection were all that were left her in the world.And the business of her life, was—to watch the corpse of Love.
to death she looked with inexpressible longing. then, she thought, I shall always be able to follow him.I am not praising her conduct or setting her up as a model for miss Bullock to imitate.miss B.knows how to regulate her feelings better than this poor little creature.miss B.would never have committed herself as that imprudent amelia had done纲爸；pledged her love irretrievably亥鸠；confessed her heart away, and got back nothing—only a brittle promise which was snapt and worthless in a moment.a long engagement is a partnership which one party is free to keep or to break, but which involves all the capital of the other.
Be cautious then, young ladies；be wary how you engage. Be shy of loving frankly缩焦；never tell all you feel, or（a better way still）读虏，feel very little.see the consequences of being prematurely honest and confiding, and mistrust yourselves and everybody.get yourselves married as they do in France, where the lawyers are the bridesmaids and confidantes.at any rate, never have any feelings which may make you uncomfortable, or make any promises which you cannot at any required moment command and withdraw.that is the way to get on, and be respected, and have a virtuous character in Vanity Fair.
If amelia could have heard the comments regarding her which were made in the circle from which her father's ruin had just driven her, she would have seen what her own crimes were, and how entirely her character was jeopardised. such criminal imprudence mrs.smith never knew of；such horrid familiarities Mrs.Brown had always condemned, and the end might be a warning to HER daughters.“Captain Osborne, of course, could not marry a bankrupt's daughter袁滥，”the Misses Dobbin said.“It was quite enough to have been swindled by the father.as for that little Amelia, her folly had really passed all—”
“All what?”Captain Dobbin roared out.“Haven't they been engaged ever since they were children?Wasn't it as good as a marriage?Dare any soul on earth breathe a word against the sweetest, the purest, the tenderest, the most angelical of young women?”
“La, William, don't be so highty-tighty with US. We're not men.We can't fght you盖桥，”Miss Jane said.“We've said nothing against Miss Sedley；but that her conduct throughout was MOST IMPRUDENT, not to call it by any worse name题翻；and that her parents are people who certainly merit their misfortunes.”
“hadn't you better, now that miss sedley is free, propose for her yourself, William?”miss ann asked sarcastically.“It would be a most eligible family connection. He揩徊！he！”
“I marry her嵌赠！”Dobbin said, blushing very much, and talking quick.“If you are so ready, young ladies, to chop and change, do you suppose that she is?Laugh and sneer at that angel. She can't hear it塑荒；and she's miserableand unfortunate, and deserves to be laughed at.go on joking, ann.You're the wit of the family, and the others like to hear it.”
“I must tell you again we're not in a barrack, William，”miss ann remarked.
“In a barrack, by Jove—I wish anybody in a barrack would say what you do姜挺，”cried out this uproused British lion.“I should like to hear a man breathe a word against her, by Jupiter. But men don't talk in this way, Ann齿税；it's only women, who get together and hiss, and shriek, and cackle.there, get away—don't begin to cry.I only said you were a couple of geese，”Will Dobbin said, perceiving Miss Ann's pink eyes were beginning to moisten as usual.“Well, you're not geese, you’re swans—anything you like, only do, do leave miss sedley alone.”
anything like William's infatuation about that silly little flirting, ogling thing was never known, the mamma and sisters agreed together in thinking：and they trembled lest, her engagement being of with Osborne, she should take up immediately her other admirer and Captain. In which forebodings these worthy young women no doubt judged according to the best of their experience炊豪；or rather（for as yet they had had no opportunities of marrying or of jilting）according to their own notions of right and wrong.
“It is a mercy, mamma, that the regiment is ordered abroad凌箕，”the girls said.“thIs danger, at any rate, is spared our brother.”
Such, indeed, was the fact；and so it is that the French Emperor comes in to perform a part in this domestic comedy of Vanity Fair which we are now playing, and which would never have been enacted without the intervention of this august mute personage. It was he that ruined the Bourbons and mr.John sedley.It was he whose arrival in his capital called up all France in arms to defend him there词渤；and all Europe to oust him.While the French nation and army were swearing fdelity round the eagles in the Champ de mars, four mighty european hosts were getting in motion for the great chasse a l'aigle牵舱；and one of these was a British army, of which two heroes of ours, Captain Dobbin and Captain Osborne, formed a portion.
the news of napoleon's escape and landing was received by the gallant—the with a fiery delight and enthusiasm, which everybodycan understand who knows that famous corps. From the colonel to the smallest drummer in the regiment, all were flled with hope and ambition and patriotic fury；and thanked the French Emperor as for a personal kindness in coming to disturb the peace of europe.now was the time the—th had so long panted for, to show their comrades in arms that they could fght as well as the Peninsular veterans, and that all the pluck and valour of the—th had not been killed by the West Indies and the yellow fever.stubble and spooney looked to get their companies without purchase.Before the end of the campaign（which she resolved to share）缺虐，Mrs.Major O'Dowd hoped to write herself Mrs.Colonel O'Dowd, C.B.Our two friends（Dobbin and Osborne）were quite as much excited as the rest：and each in his way—Mr.Dobbin very quietly, Mr.Osborne very loudly and energetically—was bent upon doing his duty, and gaining his share of honour and distinction.
the agitation thrilling through the country and army in consequence of this news was so great, that private matters were little heeded芜壁；and hence probably George Osborne, just gazetted to his company, busy with preparations for the march, which must come inevitably, and panting for further promotion—was not so much afected by other incidents which would have interested him at a more quiet period. he was not, it must be confessed, very much cast down by good old mr.sedley's catastrophe.he tried his new uniform, which became him very handsomely, on the day when the frst meeting of the creditors of the unfortunate gentleman took place.his father told him of the wicked, rascally, shameful conduct of the bankrupt, reminded him of what he had said about amelia, and that their connection was broken of for ever；and gave him that evening a good sum of money to pay for the new clothes and epaulets in which he looked so well.Money was always useful to this free-handed young fellow, and he took it without many words.the bills were up in the sedley house, where he had passed so many, many happy hours.he could see them as he walked from home that night（to the Old Slaughters'，where he put up when in town）shining white in the moon.That comfortable home was shut, then, upon amelia and her parents：where had they taken refuge?The thought of their ruin afected him not a little.He was very melancholy that night in the cofee-room at the Slaughters'慧妄；and drank agood deal, as his comrades remarked there.
Dobbin came in presently, cautioned him about the drink, which he only took, he said, because he was deuced low顷牌；but when his friend began to put to him clumsy inquiries, and asked him for news in a signifcant manner, Osborne declined entering into conversation with him, avowing, however, that he was devilish disturbed and unhappy.
Three days afterwards, Dobbin found Osborne in his room at the barracks—his head on the table, a number of papers about, the young Captain evidently in a state of great despondency.“She—she's sent me back some things I gave her—some damned trinkets. Look here！”There was a little packet directed in the well-known hand to Captain George Osborne, and some things lying about—a ring, a silver knife he had bought, as a boy, for her at a fair塞淹；a gold chain, and a locket with hair in it.“It's all over韧掩，”said he, with a groan of sickening remorse.“Look, Will, you may read it if you like.”
there was a little letter of a few lines, to which he pointed, which said：
My papa has ordered me to return to you these presents, which you made in happier days to me；and I am to write to you for the last time.I think, I know you feel as much as I do the blow which has come upon us.It is I that absolve you from an engagement which is impossible in our present misery.I am sure you had no share in it, or in the cruel suspicions of Mr.Osborne, which are the hardest of all our griefs to bear.Farewell.Farewell.I pray God to strengthen me to bear this and other calamities, and to bless you always.A.
I shall often play upon the piano—your piano. It was like you to send it.
Dobbin was very soft-hearted. The sight of women and children in pain always used to melt him.The idea of Amelia broken-hearted and lonely tore that good-natured soul with anguish.And he broke out into an emotion, which anybody who likes may consider unmanly.He swore thatAmelia was an angel, to which Osborne said aye with all his heart.He, too, had been reviewing the history of their lives—and had seen her from her childhood to her present age, so sweet, so innocent, so charmingly simple, and artlessly fond and tender.
What a pang it was to lose all that：to have had it and not prized it窖铡！A thousand homely scenes and recollections crowded on him—in which he always saw her good and beautiful. And for himself, he blushed with remorse and shame, as the remembrance of his own selfishness and indifference contrasted with that perfect purity.For a while, glory, war, everything was forgotten, and the pair of friends talked about her only.
“Where are they?”O(jiān)sborne asked, after a long talk, and a long pause—and, in truth, with no little shame at thinking that he had taken no steps to follow her.“Where are they?There's no address to the note.”
Dobbin knew. He had not merely sent the piano；but had written a note to Mrs.Sedley, and asked permission to come and see her—and he had seen her, and Amelia too, yesterday, before he came down to Chatham坊谁；and, what is more, he had brought that farewell letter and packet which had so moved them.
The good-natured fellow had found Mrs. Sedley only too willing to receive him, and greatly agitated by the arrival of the piano, which, as she conjectured, MUST have come from George, and was a signal of amity on his part.Captain Dobbin did not correct this error of the worthy lady, but listened to all her story of complaints and misfortunes with great sympathy—condoled with her losses and privations, and agreed in reprehending the cruel conduct of Mr.Osborne towards his first benefactor.When she had eased her overfowing bosom somewhat, and poured forth many of her sorrows, he had the courage to ask actually to see Amelia, who was above in her room as usual, and whom her mother led trembling downstairs.
Her appearance was so ghastly, and her look of despair so pathetic, that honest William Dobbin was frightened as he beheld it费彼；and read the most fatal forebodings in that pale fxed face. After sitting in his company a minute or two, she put the packet into his hand, and said，“Take this to Captain Osborne, if you please, and—and I hope he's quite well—and it was very kind of you to come and see us—and we like our new house very much.And I—I think I'll go upstairs, Mamma, for I'm not very strong.”And with this, and a curtsey and a smile, the poor child went her way.The mother, as she led her up, cast back looks of anguish towards Dobbin.The good fellow wanted no such appeal.He loved her himself too fondly for that.Inexpressible grief, and pity, and terror pursued him, and he came away as if he was a criminal after seeing her.
When Osborne heard that his friend had found her, he made hot and anxious inquiries regarding the poor child. How was she?How did she look?What did she say?His comrade took his hand, and looked him in the face.
“George, she's dying口芍，”William Dobbin said—and could speak no more.
There was a buxom Irish servant-girl, who performed all the duties of the little house where the Sedley family had found refuge：and this girl had in vain, on many previous days, striven to give Amelia aid or consolation. Emmy was much too sad to answer, or even to be aware of the attempts the other was making in her favour.
Four hours after the talk between Dobbin and Osborne, this servant-maid came into Amelia's room, where she sate as usual, brooding silently over her letters—her little treasures. The girl, smiling, and looking arch and happy, made many trials to attract poor Emmy's attention, who, however, took no heed of her.
“Miss Emmy箍铲，”said the girl.
“I'm coming，”Emmy said, not looking round.
“There's a message鬓椭，”the maid went on.“There's something—somebody—sure, here's a new letter for you—don't be reading them old ones any more.”And she gave her a letter颠猴，which Emmy took, and read.
“I must see you，”the letter said.“Dearest Emmy—dearest love—dearest wife, come to me.”
george and her mother were outside, waiting until she had read the letter.
CHAPTER XⅨ
Miss Crawley at Nurse
We haVe seen how mrs. Firkin, the lady's maid, as soon as any event of importance to the Crawley family came to her knowledge, felt bound to communicate it to Mrs.Bute Crawley, at the Rectory小染；and have before mentioned how particularly kind and attentive that good-natured lady was to Miss Crawley's confdential servant.She had been a gracious friend to Miss Briggs, the companion, also翘瓮；and had secured the latter's good-will by a number of those attentions and promises, which cost so little in the making, and are yet so valuable and agreeable to the recipient.Indeed every good economist and manager of a household must know how cheap and yet how amiable these professions are, and what a favour they give to the most homely dish in life.Who was the blundering idiot who said that“fne words butter no parsnips”?Half the parsnips of society are served and rendered palatable with no other sauce.as the immortal Alexis Soyer can make more delicious soup for a half-penny than an ignorant cook can concoct with pounds of vegetables and meat, so a skilful artist will make a few simple and pleasing phrases go farther than ever so much substantial benefit-stock in the hands of a mere bungler.Nay, we know that substantial benefits often sicken some stomachs；whereas, most will digest any amount of fne words, and be always eager for more of the same food.mrs.Bute had told Briggs and Firkin so often of the depth of her affection for them裤翩；and what she would do, if she had miss Crawley's fortune, for friends so excellent and attached, that the ladies in question had the deepest regard for her资盅；and felt as much gratitude and confdence as if Mrs.Bute had loaded them with the mostexpensive favours.
Rawdon Crawley, on the other hand, like a selfsh heavy dragoon as he was, never took the least trouble to conciliate his aunt's aides-de-camp, showed his contempt for the pair with entire frankness—made Firkin pull of his boots on one occasion—sent her out in the rain on ignominious messages—and if he gave her a guinea, fung it to her as if it were a box on the ear. as his aunt, too, made a butt of Briggs, the Captain followed the example, and levelled his jokes at her—jokes about as delicate as a kick from his charger.Whereas, mrs.Bute consulted her in matters of taste or difculty, admired her poetry, and by a thousand acts of kindness and politeness, showed her appreciation of Briggs；and if she made Firkin a twopenny-halfpenny present, accompanied it with so many compliments, that the twopence-half-penny was transmuted into gold in the heart of the grateful waiting-maid, who, besides, was looking forwards quite contentedly to some prodigious beneft which must happen to her on the day when mrs.Bute came into her fortune.
The diferent conduct of these two people is pointed out respectfully to the attention of persons commencing the world. Praise everybody, I say to such：never be squeamish, but speak out your compliment both point-blank in a man's face, and behind his back, when you know there is a reasonable chance of his hearing it again.never lose a chance of saying a kind word.as Collingwood never saw a vacant place in his estate but he took an acorn out of his pocket and popped it in踊赠；so deal with your compliments through life.An acorn costs nothing呵扛；but it may sprout into a prodigious bit of timber.
In a word, during rawdon Crawley's prosperity, he was only obeyed with sulky acquiescence；when his disgrace came, there was nobody to help or pity him. Whereas, when mrs.Bute took the command at miss Crawley's house, the garrison there were charmed to act under such a leader, expecting all sorts of promotion from her promises, her generosity, and her kind words.
that he would consider himself beaten, after one defeat, and make no attempt to regain the position he had lost, mrs. Bute Crawley never allowed herself to suppose.she knew rebecca to be too clever and spirited and desperate a woman to submit without a struggle筐带；and felt that she must prepare for that combat, and be incessantly watchful againstassault今穿；or mine, or surprise.
In the first place, though she held the town, was she sure of the principal inhabitant?Would Miss Crawley herself hold out；and had she not a secret longing to welcome back the ousted adversary?the old lady liked rawdon, and rebecca, who amused her. mrs.Bute could not disguise from herself the fact that none of her party could so contribute to the pleasures of the town-bred lady.“My girls'singing, after that little odious governess's, I know is unbearable伦籍，”the candid rector's wife owned to herself.“she always used to go to sleep when martha and Louisa played their duets.Jim's stif college manners and poor dear Bute's talk about his dogs and horses always annoyed her.If I took her to the Rectory, she would grow angry with us all, and fy, I know she would蓝晒；and might fall into that horrid rawdon’s clutches again, and be the victim of that little viper of a sharp.meanwhile, it is clear to me that she is exceedingly unwell, and cannot move for some weeks, at any rate；during which we must think of some plan to protect her from the arts of those unprincipled people.”
In the very best-of moments, if anybody told Miss Crawley that she was, or looked ill, the trembling old lady sent off for her doctor鸽斟；and I daresay she was very unwell after the sudden family event, which might serve to shake stronger nerves than hers. at least, mrs.Bute thought it was her duty to inform the physician, and the apothecary, and the dame-de-compagnie, and the domestics, that Miss Crawley was in a most critical state, and that they were to act accordingly.she had the street laid knee-deep with straw拔创；and the knocker put by with Mr.Bowls's plate.She insisted that the Doctor should call twice a day；and deluged her patient with draughts every two hours.When anybody entered the room, she uttered a shshshsh so sibilant and ominous, that it frightened the poor old lady in her bed, from which she could not look without seeing mrs.Bute's beady eyes eagerly fixed on her, as the latter sate steadfast in the arm-chair by the bedside.They seemed to lighten in the dark（for she kept the curtains closed）as she moved about the room on velvet paws like a cat.There Miss Crawley lay for days—ever so many days—Mr.Bute reading books of devotion to her：for nights, long nights, during which she had to hear the watchman sing, the night-light sputter富蓄；visited at midnight, the last thing, by the stealthy apothecary剩燥；and then left to lookat mrs.Bute's twinkling eyes, or the flicks of yellow that the rushlight threw on the dreary darkened ceiling.hygeia herself would have fallen sick under such a regimen；and how much more this poor old nervous victim?It has been said that when she was in health and good spirits, this venerable inhabitant of Vanity Fair had as free notions about religion and morals as monsieur de Voltaire himself could desire, but when illness overtook her, it was aggravated by the most dreadful terrors of death, and an utter cowardice took possession of the prostrate old sinner.
Sick-bed homilies and pious reflections are, to be sure, out of place in mere story-books, and we are not going（after the fashion of some novelists of the present day）to cajole the public into a sermon, when it is only a comedy that the reader pays his money to witness. But, without preaching, the truth may surely be borne in mind, that the bustle, and triumph, and laughter, and gaiety which Vanity Fair exhibits in public, do not always pursue the performer into private life, and that the most dreary depression of spirits and dismal repentances sometimes overcome him.recollection of the best ordained banquets will scarcely cheer sick epicures.reminiscences of the most becoming dresses and brilliant ball triumphs will go very little way to console faded beauties.Perhaps statesmen, at a particular period of existence, are not much gratified at thinking over the most triumphant divisions；and the success or the pleasure of yesterday becomes of very small account when a certain（albeit uncertain）morrow is in view, about which all of us must some day or other be speculating.O brother wearers of motley灭红！Are there not moments when one grows sick of grinning and tumbling, and the jingling of cap and bells?This, dear friends and companions, is my amiable object—to walk with you through the Fair, to examine the shops and the shows there侣滩；and that we should all come home after the fare, and the noise, and the gaiety, and be perfectly miserable in private.
