. CHAPTER XLIII. IN WHICH THE READER HAS TO DOUBLE domineering. She interfered with a little In a THE astonished reader must be called upon to transport himself ten thousand miles to the military station of Bundlegunge, in the Madras division of our Indian empire, where our gallant old friends of the -th regiment are quartered under the command of the brave Colonel, Sir Michael O'Dowd. Time has dealt kindly with that stout officer, as it does ordinarily with men who have good stomachs and good tempers, and are not perplexed overmuch by fatigue of the brain. The colonel plays a good knife and fork at tiffin, and resumes those weapons with great success at dinner. He smokes his hookah after both meals, puffs away as quietly while his wife scolds him, as he did under the fire of the French at Waterloo. Age and heat have not diminished the activity or the eloquence of the descendant of the Malonys and the Molloys. Her ladyship, our old acquaintance, is as much at home at Madras as at Brussels, in the cantonment as under the tents. On the march you saw her at the head of the regiment seated on a royal elephant, a noble sight. Mounted on that beast, she has been into action with tigers in the jungle: she has been received Among other points, she had made up by native princes, who have welcomed her her mind that Glorvina should marry our old and Glorvina into the recesses of their zena- friend Dobbin. Mrs. O'Dowd knew the nas, and offered her shawls and jewels major's expectations and appreciated his which it went to her heart to refuse. The good qualities, and the high character which sentries of all arms salute her wherever she he enjoyed in his profession. Glorvina, a makes her appearance and she touches very handsome, fresh-colored, black-haired, her hat gravely to their salutation. Lady blue-eyed young lady, who could ride a O'Dowd is one of the greatest ladies in the horse, or play a sonatta with any girl out of Presidency of Madras-her quarrel with the County Cork, seemed to be the very Lady Smith, wife of Sir Minos Smith, the person destined to insure Dobbin's happipuisne judge, is still remembered by some ness-much more than that “ poor good at Madras, when the colonel's lady snapped little weak-spurt'd Amelia,” about whom he her fingers in the judge's lady's face, and used to take on so." Look at Glorvina ensaid she'd never stir a foot before ever a ter a room," Mrs. O'Dowd would say, "and beggarly civilian. Even now, though it is compare her with that poor Mrs. Osborne, five-and-twenty years ago, people remember who couldn't say Bo to a goose. She'd be Lady O'Dowd dancing a jig at Government worthy of you, major-you're a quiet man House, where she danced down two aids- yourself, and want some one to talk for ye. de-camp, a major of Madras cavalry and two And though she does not come of such good gentlemen of the Civil Service; and, per-blood as the Malonys or Molloys, let me tell suaded by Major Dobbin, C.B., second in command of the -th, to retire to the supper room, lassata nondum satiata recessit. : Peggy O'Dowd is indeed the same as ever: kind in act and thought: impetuous in temper: eager to command: a tyrant over her Michael: a dragon among all the ladies of the regiment: a mother to all the young men, whom she tends in their sickness, defends in all their scrapes, and with whom Lady Peggy is immensely popular. But the subalterns' and captains' ladies (the major is unmarried) cabal against her a good deal. They say that Glorvina gives herself airs, and that Peggy herself is intolerably ye, she's of an ancient family that any nobleman might be proud to marry into." But before she had come to such a resolution, and determined to subjugate Major Dobbin by her endearments, it must be owned that Glorvina had practiced them a good deal elsewhere. She had had a season in Dublin, and who knows how many in Cork, Killarney, and Mallow? She had flirted with all the marriageable officers whom the depôts of her country afforded, and all the bachelor squires who seemed eligible. She had been engaged to be married a half score times in Ireland, besides the clergy man at Bath who used her so ill. law. She had flirted all the way to Madras with that the major's sisters in England should the captain and chief mate of the Ramchund- fancy they were about to have a sister-iner East Indiaman, and had a season at the Presidency with her brother and Mrs. Dobbin, who was thus vigorously besieged, O'Dowd who was staying there, while the was in the mean while in a state of the most major of the regiment was in command at odious tranquillity. He used to laugh when the station. Every body admired her there: the young fellows of the regiment joked him every body danced with her: but no one about Glorvina's manifest attentions to him. proposed who was worth the marrying; one "Bah!" said he, "she is only keeping her or two exceedingly young subalterns sighed hand in-she practices upon me as she does after her, and a beardless civilian or two; upon Mrs. Tozer's piano, because it's the but she rejected these as beneath her pre- most handy instrument in the station. I am tensions; and other and younger virgins much too battered and old for such a fine than Glorvina were married before her. young lady as Glorvina." And so he went There are women, and handsome women on riding with her, and copying music and too, who have this fortune in life. They verses into her albums, and playing at chess fall in love with the utmost generosity; they with her very submissively; for it is with ride and walk with half the army-list, these simple amusements that some officers though they draw near to forty, and yet in India are accustomed to while away their the Miss O'Gradys are Miss O'Gradys still: leisure moments; while others of a less doGlorvina persisted that but for Lady O'-mestic turn hunt hogs, and shoot snipes, or Dowd's unlucky quarrel with the Judge's gamble and smoke cheroots, and betake lady, she would have made a good match at themselves to brandy-and-water. As for Madras, where old Mr. Chutney, who was Sir Michael O'Dowd, though his lady and at the head of the civil service (and who her sister both urged him to call upon the afterward married Miss Dolby, a young major to explain himself, and not keep on lady, only thirteen years of age, who had torturing a poor innocent girl in that shamejust arrived from school in Europe), was ful way; the old soldier refused point-blank just at the point of proposing to her. to have any thing to do with the conspiracy. Well, although Lady O'Dowd and Glor- 'Faith, the major's big enough to choose vina quarreled a great number of times every for himself," Sir Michael said; "he'll ask day, and upon almost every conceivable sub- ye when he wants ye;"—or else he would ject-indeed, if Mick O'Dowd had not pos- turn the matter off jocularly, declaring "that sessed the temper of an angel, two such Dobbin was too young to keep house, and women constantly about his ears would have had written home to ask lave of his mamma." driven him out of his senses-yet they agreed Nay, he went farther, and in private combetween themselves on this point, that Glor- munications with his major, would caution vina should marry Major Dobbin, and were and rally him-crying, "Mind your oi, Dob, determined that the major should have no my boy, them girls are bent on mischief— rest until the arrangement was brought about. my lady has just got a box of gowns from Undismayed by forty or fifty previous de- Europe, and there's a pink satin for Glorvina, feats, Glorvina laid siege to him. She sang which will finish ye, Dob, if it's in the power Irish Melodies at him unceasingly. She of woman or satin to move ye." asked him so frequently and pathetically, But the truth is, neither beauty nor fashwill ye come to the bower? that it is a won-ion could conquer him. Our honest friend der how any man of feeling could have resisted the invitation. She was never tired of inquiring, if sorrow had his young days faded; and was ready to listen and weep like Desdemona at the stories of his dangers and his campaigns. It has been said that our honest and dear old friend used to perform on the flute in private: Glorvina insisted upon having duets with him, and Lady O'Dowd would rise and artlessly quit the room, when the young couple were so engaged. Glorvina forced the major to ride with her of mornings. The whole cantonment saw them set out and return. She was constantly writing notes over to him at his house, borrowing his books, and scoring with her great pencil-marks such passages of sentiment or humor as awakened her sympathy. She borrowed his horses, his servants, his spoons, and palanquin;-no wonder that public rumor assigned her to him, and had but one idea of a woman in his head, and that one did not in the least resemble Miss Glorvina O'Dowd in pink satin. A gentle little woman in black, with large eyes and brown hair, seldom speaking, save when spoken to, and then in a voice not in the least resembling Miss Glorvina's—a soft young mother tending an infant and beckoning the major up with a smile to look at him -a rosy-cheeked lass coming singing into the room in Russell-square or hanging on George Osborne's arm, happy and lovingthere was but this image that filled our honest major's mind by day and by night, and reigned over it always. Very likely Amelia was not like the portrait the major had formed of her: there was a figure in a book of fashions which his sisters had in England, and with which William had made away privately, pasting it into the lid of his desk, and fancying he saw some resemblance to Mrs. Osborne in the print, whereas I have seen it, and can vouch that it is but the picture of a high-waisted gown with an impossiule doll's face simpering over it-and, perhaps, Mr. Dobbin's sentimental Amelia was no more like the real one than this absurd little print which he cherished. But what man in love, of us, is better informed?-or is he much happier when he sees and owns his delusion? Dobbin was under this spell. He did not bother his friends and the public much about his feelings, or indeed lose his natural zest or appetite on account of them. His head has grizzled since we saw him last; and a line or two of silver may be seen in the soft brown hair likewise. But his feelings are not in the least changed or oldened; and his love remains as fresh, as a man's recollections of boyhood are. We have said how the two Miss Dobbins and Amelia, the major's correspondents in Europe, wrote him letters from England; Mrs. Osborne congratulating him with great candor and cordiality upon his approaching nuptials with Miss O'Dowd. high road to forty, to know how many snipes Lieutenant Smith had shot, or what were the performances of Ensign Brown's mare? The jokes about the table filled him with shame. He was too old to listen to the banter of the assistant-surgeon, and the slang of the youngsters, at which old O'Dowd, with his bald head and red face, laughed quite easily. The old man had listened to those jokes any time these thirty yearsDobbin himself had been fifteen years hearing them. And after the boisterous dullness of the mess-table, the quarrels and scandal of the ladies of the regiment! It was unbearable, shameful. "O Amelia, Amelia," he thought, "you to whom I have been so faithful-you reproach me! It is because you can not feel for me, that I drag on this wearisome life. And you reward me, after years of devotion, by giving me your blessing upon my marriage, forsooth, with this flaunting Irish girl!" Sick and sorry felt poor William: more than ever wretched and lonely. He would like to have done with life and its vanity altogether-so boot"Your sister has just kindly visited me," less and unsatisfactory the struggle, so Amelia wrote in her letter, "and informed cheerless and dreary the prospect, seemed me of an interesting event, upon which I beg to him. He lay all that night sleepless, and to offer my most sincere congratulations. I yearning to go home. Amelia's letter had hope the young lady to whom I hear you fallen as a blank upon him. No fidelity, no are to be united will in every respect prove constant truth and passion, could move her worthy of one who is himself all kindness into warmth. She would not see that he and goodness. The poor widow has only loved her. Tossing in his bed, he spoke out her prayers to offer, and her cordial wishes to her. "Good God, Amelia!" he said, for your prosperity! Georgy sends his love" don't you know that I only love you in the to his dear godpapa, and hopes that you will world-you, who are a stone to me-you, not forget him. I tell him that you are about to form other ties, with one who I am sure merits all your affection, but that although such ties must of course be the strongest and most sacred, and supersede all others, yet that I am sure the widow and the child whom you have ever protected and loved will always have a corner in your heart." The letter, which has been before alluded to, went on in this strain, protesting throughout as to the extreme satisfaction of the writer. This letter, which arrived by the very same ship which brought out Lady O'Dowd's box of millinery from London (and which you may be sure Dobbin opened before any one of the other packets which the mail brought him), put the receiver into such a state of mind, that Glorvina, and her pink satin, and every thing belonging to her, became perfectly odious to him. The major cursed the talk of women, and the sex in general. Every thing annoyed him that day-the parade was insufferably hot and wearisome. Good heavens! was a man of intellect to waste his life, day after day, inspecting cross-belts, and putting fools through their manoeuvres ? The senseless chatter of the young men at mess was more than ever jarring. What cared he, a man on the whom I tended through months and months of illness and grief, and who bade me farewell with a smile on your face, and forgot me before the door shut between us!" The native servants lying outside his verandahs beheld with wonder the major, so cold and quiet ordinarily, at present so passionately moved and cast down. Would she have pitied him had she seen him? He read over and over all the letters which he ever had from her-letters of business relative to the little property which he had made her believe her husband had left to her-brief notes of invitation-every scrap of writing that she had ever sent to him-how cold, how kind, how hopeless, how selfish, they were! Had there been some kind, gentle soul near at hand, who could read and appreciate this silent, generous heart, who knows but that the reign of Amelia might have been over, and that friend William's love might have flowed into a kinder channel? But there was only Glorvina of the jetty ringlets with whom his intercourse was familiar, and this dashing young woman was not bent upon loving the major, but rather on making the major admire her-a most vain and hopeless task, too, at least considering the means that the poor girl possessed to carry it out. She curled her hair and showed her shoulders at him, as much as to say, Did ye ever see such jet ringlets and such a complexion? She grinned at him so that he might see that every tooth in her head was sound-and he never heeded all these charms. Very soon after the arrival of the box of millinery, and perhaps, indeed, in honor of it, Lady O'Dowd and the ladies of the King's Regiment gave a ball to the Company's Regiments and the civilians at the station. Glorvina sported the killing pink frock, and the major, who attended the party and walked very ruefully up and down the rooms, never so much as perceived the pink garment. Glorvina danced past him in a fury with all the young subalterns of the station, and the major was not in the least jealous of her performance, or angry because Captain Bangles of the cavalry handed her to supper. It was not jealousy, or frocks, or shoulders, that could move him, and Glorvina had nothing more. So those two were each exemplifying the vanity of this life, and each longing for what he or she could not get. Glorvina cried with rage at the failure. She had set her mind on the major "more than on any of the others," she owned, sobbing. He'll break my heart, he will, Peggy," she would whimper to her sister-in-law when they were good friends; "sure every one of my frocks must be taken in-it's such a skeleton I'm growing." Fat or thin, laughing or melancholy, on horseback or the music-stool, it was all the same to the major. And the colonel, puffing his pipe and listening to these complaints, would suggest that Glory should have some black frocks out in the next box from Loudon, and told a mysterious story of a lady in Ireland who died of grief for the loss of her husband before she got e'er a one. | in reply to that lady, undeceiving her with respect to the reports concerning him, and assuring her that "he had no sort of present intention of altering his condition." Two or three nights after the arrival of the second package of letters, the major had passed the evening pretty cheerfully at Lady O'Dowd's house, where Glorvina thought that he listened with rather more attention than usual to the Meeting of the Wathers, the Minsthrel Boy, and one or two other specimens of song with which she favored him (the truth is, he was no more listening to Glorvina than to the howling of the jackals in the moonlight outside, and the delusion was hers as usual), and having played his game at chess with her (cribbage with the surgeon was Lady O'Dowd's favorite evening pastime), Major Dobbin took leave of the colonel's family at his usual hour and retired to his own house. There, on his table, his sister's letter lay reproaching him. He took it up, ashamed rather of his negligence regarding it, and prepared himself for a disagreeable hour's communing with that crabbed-handed absent relative It may have been an hour after the major's departure from the colonel's house-Sir Michael was sleeping the sleep of the just; Glorvina had arranged her black ringlets in the innumerable little bits of paper in which it was her habit to confine them; Lady O'Dowd, too, had gone to her bed in the nuptial chamber, on the ground-floor, and had tucked her musquito curtains round her fair form, when the guard at the gates of the commanding-officer's compound, beheld Major Dobbin, in the moonlight, rushing toward the house with a swift step and a very agitated countenance, and he passed the sentinel and went up to the windows of the colonel's bed-chamber. "O'Dowd-colonel!" said Dobbin, and kept up a great shouting. Heavens, meejor!" said Glorvina of the curl-papers, putting out her head, too, from her window. ters. "I-I must have leave of absence. I must go to England-on the most urgent private affairs," Dobbin said. While the major was going on in this tantalizing way, not proposing, and declining to fall in love, there came another ship from Europe bringing letters on board, and among them some more for the heartless man. "What is it, Dob, me boy?" said the coloThese were home letters bearing an earlier nel, expecting there was a fire in the station, post mark than that of the former packets, or that the route had come from head quarand as Major Dobbin recognized among his, the handwriting of his sister, who always crossed and recrossed her letters to her brother-gathered together all the possible bad news which she could collect, abused him and read him lectures with sisterly frankness, and always left him miserable for the day after" dearest William " had achieved the perusal of one of her epistles-the truth must be told that, dearest William' did not hurry himself to break the seal of Miss Dobbin's letter, but waited for a particularly favorable day and mood for doing so. A fortnight before, moreover, he had written to scold her for telling those absurd stories to Mrs. Osborne, and had dispatched a letter 66 "Good heavens! what has happened!" thought Glorvina, trembling with all the papillotes. "I want to be off-now-to-night," Dobbin continued; and the colonel, getting up, came out to parley with him. In the postscript of Miss Dobbin's cross letter-the major had just come upon a paragraph, to the following effect: "I drove yesterday to see your old acquaintance, Mrs. Osborne. The wretched place they live at. since they were bankrupts, you know-Mr. |