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Georgy never tired of his praises of the Major to his mother. "I like

him, Mamma, because he knows such lots of things; and he ain't like old

Veal, who is always bragging and using such long words, don't you know?

The chaps call him 'Longtail' at school. I gave him the name; ain't it

capital? But Dob reads Latin like English, and French and that; and

when we go out together he tells me stories about my Papa, and never

about himself; though I heard Colonel Buckler, at Grandpapa's, say that

he was one of the bravest officers in the army, and had distinguished

himself ever so much. Grandpapa was quite surprised, and said, 'THAT

feller! Why, I didn't think he could say Bo to a goose'--but I know he

could, couldn't he, Mamma?"

Emmy laughed: she thought it was very likely the Major could do thus

much.

If there was a sincere liking between George and the Major, it must be

confessed that between the boy and his uncle no great love existed.

George had got a way of blowing out his cheeks, and putting his hands

in his waistcoat pockets, and saying, "God bless my soul, you don't say

so," so exactly after the fashion of old Jos that it was impossible to

refrain from laughter. The servants would explode at dinner if the

lad, asking for something which wasn't at table, put on that

countenance and used that favourite phrase. Even Dobbin would shoot

out a sudden peal at the boy's mimicry. If George did not mimic his

uncle to his face, it was only by Dobbin's rebukes and Amelia's

terrified entreaties that the little scapegrace was induced to desist.

And the worthy civilian being haunted by a dim consciousness that the

lad thought him an ass, and was inclined to turn him into ridicule,

used to be extremely timorous and, of course, doubly pompous and

dignified in the presence of Master Georgy. When it was announced that

the young gentleman was expected in Gillespie Street to dine with his

mother, Mr. Jos commonly found that he had an engagement at the Club.

Perhaps nobody was much grieved at his absence. On those days Mr.

Sedley would commonly be induced to come out from his place of refuge

in the upper stories, and there would be a small family party, whereof

Major Dobbin pretty generally formed one. He was the ami de la

maison--old Sedley's friend, Emmy's friend, Georgy's friend, Jos's

counsel and adviser. "He might almost as well be at Madras for anything

WE see of him," Miss Ann Dobbin remarked at Camberwell. Ah! Miss Ann,

did it not strike you that it was not YOU whom the Major wanted to

marry?

Joseph Sedley then led a life of dignified otiosity such as became a

person of his eminence. His very first point, of course, was to become

a member of the Oriental Club, where he spent his mornings in the

company of his brother Indians, where he dined, or whence he brought

home men to dine.