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She longed to be allowed to drive in the fine carriage to the house in which he lived; and she used to look out day after day as she took her solitary drive in the Park, in hopes that she might see him. Her sister, the banker's lady, occasionally condescended to pay her old home and com- a panion a visit in Russell Square. She brought a couple of sickly children attended by a prim nurse, and in a faint genteel giggling tone cackled to her sister about her fine acquaintance, and how her little Frederick was the images of Lord Claud Lollypop, and her sweet Maria had been noticed by the baroness as they were driving in their donkey-chaise at Roehampton. She urged her to make her papa do something for the darlings. Frederick she had determined should go into the Guards; and if they made an elder son of him (and Mr. Bullock was positively ruining & and pinching himself to death to buy land), how was the to darling girl to be provided for? I expect you, dear,' Mrs. Bullock would say, 'for of course my share of our papa's property must go to the head of the house, you know. Dear Rhoda Macmull will disengage the whole of the Castletoddy property as soon as poor dear Lord Castletoddy dies, who is quite epileptic; and little Macduff Macmull will be Viscount Castletoddy. Both the Mr. Bludyers of Mincing Lane have settled their fortunes on Fanny Bludyer's little boy. My darling Frederick must positively be an eldest son; and-and do ask papa to bring us back his account in Lombard Street, will you, dear?& It doesn't look well, his going to Stumpy and Rowdy's.' After which kind of speeches, in which fashion and the main chance were blended together, and after a kiss, which was like the contact of an oyster-Mrs. Frederick Bullock would gather her starched nurslings, and simper back into her carriage.

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Every visit which this leader of ton paid to her family was more unlucky for her. Her father paid more money into Stumpy and Rowdy's. Her patronage became more and more insufferable. The poor widow in the little cottage at Brompton, guarding her treasure there, little i knew how eagerly some people coveted it.

On that night when Jane Osborne had told her father that she had seen his grandson, the old man had made her no reply but he had shown no anger-and had bade her good night on going himself to his room in rather a kindly

voice. And he must have meditated on what she said, and have made some inquiries of the Dobbin family regarding her visit; for a fortnight after it took place, he asked her where was her little French watch and chain she used to wear?

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I bought it with my money, sir,' she said in a great fright.

Go and order another like it, or a better if you can get it,' said the old gentleman, and lapsed again into silence. Of late, the Miss Dobbins more than once repeated their entreaties to Amelia, to allow George to visit them. His aunt had shown her inclination; perhaps his grandfather himself, they hinted, might be disposed to be reconciled to him. Surely, Amelia could not refuse such advantageous chances for the boy. Nor could she: but she acceded to their overtures with a very heavy and suspicious heart, was always uneasy during the child's absence from her, and welcomed him back as if he was rescued out of some danger. He brought back money and toys, at which the widow looked with alarm and jealousy: she asked him always if he had seen any gentleman-Only old Sir William, who drove him about in the four-wheeled chaise, and Mr. Dobbin, who arrived on the beautiful bay horse in the afternoon-in the green coat and pink neckcloth, with the gold-headed whip, who promised to show him the Tower of London, and take him out with the Surrey Hounds.' At last, he said, 'There was an old gentleman, with thick eyebrows and a broad hat, and large chain and seals. He came one day as the coachman was lunging Georgy round the lawn on the grey pony. He looked at me very much. He shook very much. I said "My name is Norval after dinner. My aunt began to cry. She is always crying.' Such was George's report on that night.

Then Amelia knew that the boy had seen his grandfather: and looked out feverishly for a proposal which she was sure would follow, and which came, in fact, in a few days afterwards. Mr. Osborne formally offered to take the boy, and make him heir to the fortune which he had intended that his father should inherit. He would make Mrs. George Osborne an allowance, such as to assure her a decent competency. If Mrs. George Osborne proposed to marry again, as Mr. O. heard was her intention, he would not withdraw that allowance. But it must be understood,

that the child would live entirely with his grandfather Russell Square, or at whatever other place Mr. O. sho select; and that he would be occasionally permitted see Mrs. George Osborne at her own residence. T message was brought or read to her in a letter one d when her mother was from home, and her father absent usual, in the City.

She was never seen angry but twice or thrice in her] and it was in one of these moods that Mr. Osborne's attor had the fortune to behold her. She rose up trembling flushing very much as soon as, after reading the let Mr. Poe handed it to her, and she tore the paper int hundred fragments, which she trod on. "I marry aga -I take money to part from my child! Who dares in me by proposing such a thing? Tell Mr. Osborne it: cowardly letter, sir-a cowardly letter-I will not ans it. I wish you good morning, sir"-and she bowed me of the room like a tragedy queen,' said the lawyer who i the story.

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Her parents never remarked her agitation on that d and she never told them of the interview. They had th own affairs to interest them, affairs which deeply interes this innocent and unconscious lady. The old gentlem her father, was always dabbling in speculation. We h seen how the Wine Company and the Coal Company failed him. But, prowling about the City always eag and restlessly still, he lighted upon some other sche of which he thought so well that he embarked in it in s of the remonstrances of Mr. Clapp, to whom indeed he ne dared to tell how far he had engaged himself in it. as it was always Mr. Sedley's maxim not to talk at money matters before women, they had no inkling of misfortunes that were in store for them until the unha old gentleman was forced to make gradual confessions. The bills of the little household, which had been set weekly, first fell into arrear. The remittances had arrived from India, Mr. Sedley told his wife with a distur face. As she had paid her bills very regularly hithe one or two of the tradesmen to whom the poor lady obliged to go round asking for time were very angry a delay, to which they were perfectly used from m irregular customers. Emmy's contribution, paid o cheerfully without any questions, kept the little comp

in half rations however. And the first six months passed away pretty easily old Sedley still keeping up with the notion that his shares must rise, and that all would be well.

No sixty pounds, however, came to help the household at the end of the half-year; and it fell deeper and deeper into trouble-Mrs. Sedley, who was growing infirm and was much shaken, remained silent or wept a great deal with Mrs. Clapp in the kitchen. The butcher was particularly surly the grocer insolent : once or twice little Georgy had grumbled about the dinners and Amelia, who still would have been satisfied with a slice of bread for her own dinner, could not but perceive that her son was neglected, and purchased little things out of her private purse to keep the boy in health.

At last they told her, or told her such a garbled story as people in difficulties tell. One day, her own money having been received, and Amelia about to pay it over: she who had kept an account of the moneys expended by her, proposed to keep a certain portion back out of her dividend, having contracted engagements for a new suit for Georgy.

Then it came out that Jos's remittances were not paid; that the house was in difficulties which Amelia ought to have seen before, her mother said, but she cared for nothing or nobody except Georgy. At this she passed all of her money across the table, without a word, to her mother, and returned to her room to cry her eyes out. She had a great access of sensibility too that day, when obliged to go and countermand the clothes, the darling clothes on which she had set her heart for Christmas Day, and the cut and fashion of which she had arranged in many conversations with a small milliner, her friend.

Hardest of all, she had to break the matter to Georgy, who made a loud outcry. Everybody had new clothes at Christmas. The others would laugh at him. He would have new clothes. She had promised them to him. The poor widow had only kisses to give him. She darned the old suit in tears. She cast about among her little ornaments to see could she sell anything to procure the desired novelties? There was her India shawl that Dobbin had sent her. She remembered in former days going with her mother to a fine India shop on Ludgate Hill, where the ladies had all sorts of dealings and bargains in these articles. Her

cheeks flushed and her eyes shone with pleasure as she thought of this resource, and she kissed away George to school in the morning, smiling brightly after him. The boy felt that there was good news in her look.

Packing up her shawl in a handkerchief (another of the gifts of the good major), she hid them under her cloak, and walked flushed and eager all the way to Ludgate Hill, tripping along by the Park wall, and running over the crossings, so that many a man turned as she hurried by him, and looked after her rosy pretty face. She calculated how she should spend the proceeds of her shawl: how, besides the clothes, she would buy the books that he longed for, and pay his half-year's schooling; and how she would buy a cloak for her father instead of that old greatcoat which he wore. She was not mistaken as to the value of the major's gift. It was a very fine and beautiful web: and the merchant made a very good bargain when he gave her twenty guineas for her shawl.

She ran on amazed and flurried with her riches to Darton's shop in St. Paul's Churchyard, and there purchased the Parent's Assistant, and the Sandford and Merton Georgy. longed for, and got into the coach there with her parcel, and went home exulting. And she pleased herself by writing in the fly-leaf in her neatest little hand, George Osborne, a Christmas gift from his affectionate mother.' The books are extant to this day, with the fair delicate superscription.

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She was going from her own room with the books in her hand to place them on George's table, where he might find them on his return from school; when in the passage, she and her mother met. The gilt bindings of the seven handsome little volumes caught the old lady's eye.

'What are those?' she said.

'Some books for Georgy,' Amelia replied1; 'I-I promised them to him at Christmas.'

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'Books!' cried the elder lady, indignantly, books, when the whole house wants bread! Books, when to keep you and your son in luxury, and your dear father out of gaol, I've sold every trinket I had, the India shawl from my back-even down to the very spoons, that our tradesmen mightn't insult us, and that Mr. Clapp, which indeed he is justly entitled, being not a hard landlord, and a civil man, and a father, might have his rent. Oh, Amelia! you

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