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On the next day at breakfast, when Miss Osborne, with the asperity of

her age and character, ventured to make some remark reflecting

slightingly upon the Major's appearance or behaviour--the master of the

house interrupted her. "You'd have been glad enough to git him for

yourself, Miss O. But them grapes are sour. Ha! ha! Major William is

a fine feller."

"That he is, Grandpapa," said Georgy approvingly; and going up close to

the old gentleman, he took a hold of his large grey whiskers, and

laughed in his face good-humouredly, and kissed him. And he told the

story at night to his mother, who fully agreed with the boy. "Indeed he

is," she said. "Your dear father always said so. He is one of the best

and most upright of men." Dobbin happened to drop in very soon after

this conversation, which made Amelia blush perhaps, and the young

scapegrace increased the confusion by telling Dobbin the other part of

the story. "I say, Dob," he said, "there's such an uncommon nice girl

wants to marry you. She's plenty of tin; she wears a front; and she

scolds the servants from morning till night." "Who is it?" asked

Dobbin. "It's Aunt O.," the boy answered. "Grandpapa said so. And I

say, Dob, how prime it would be to have you for my uncle." Old Sedley's

quavering voice from the next room at this moment weakly called for

Amelia, and the laughing ended.

That old Osborne's mind was changing was pretty clear. He asked George

about his uncle sometimes, and laughed at the boy's imitation of the

way in which Jos said "God-bless-my-soul" and gobbled his soup. Then

he said, "It's not respectful, sir, of you younkers to be imitating of

your relations. Miss O., when you go out adriving to-day, leave my

card upon Mr. Sedley, do you hear? There's no quarrel betwigst me and

him anyhow."

The card was returned, and Jos and the Major were asked to dinner--to

a dinner the most splendid and stupid that perhaps ever Mr. Osborne

gave; every inch of the family plate was exhibited, and the best

company was asked. Mr. Sedley took down Miss O. to dinner, and she

was very gracious to him; whereas she hardly spoke to the Major, who

sat apart from her, and by the side of Mr. Osborne, very timid. Jos

said, with great solemnity, it was the best turtle soup he had ever

tasted in his life, and asked Mr. Osborne where he got his Madeira.

"It is some of Sedley's wine," whispered the butler to his master.

"I've had it a long time, and paid a good figure for it, too," Mr.

Osborne said aloud to his guest, and then whispered to his right-hand

neighbour how he had got it "at the old chap's sale."

More than once he asked the Major about--about Mrs. George Osborne--a

theme on which the Major could be very eloquent when he chose. He told

Mr. Osborne of her sufferings--of her passionate attachment to her

husband, whose memory she worshipped still--of the tender and dutiful

manner in which she had supported her parents, and given up her boy,

when it seemed to her her duty to do so. "You don't know what she

endured, sir," said honest Dobbin with a tremor in his voice, "and I

hope and trust you will be reconciled to her. If she took your son

away from you, she gave hers to you; and however much you loved your

George, depend on it, she loved hers ten times more."