The window of the parlour which she used to occupy was open, and there

were no inmates in the room. The Major thought he recognized the

piano, though, with the picture over it, as it used to be in former

days, and his perturbations were renewed. Mr. Clapp's brass plate was

still on the door, at the knocker of which Dobbin performed a summons.

A buxom-looking lass of sixteen, with bright eyes and purple cheeks,

came to answer the knock and looked hard at the Major as he leant back

against the little porch.

He was as pale as a ghost and could hardly falter out the words--"Does

Mrs. Osborne live here?"

She looked him hard in the face for a moment--and then turning white

too--said, "Lord bless me--it's Major Dobbin." She held out both her

hands shaking--"Don't you remember me?" she said. "I used to call you

Major Sugarplums." On which, and I believe it was for the first time

that he ever so conducted himself in his life, the Major took the girl

in his arms and kissed her. She began to laugh and cry hysterically,

and calling out "Ma, Pa!" with all her voice, brought up those worthy

people, who had already been surveying the Major from the casement of

the ornamental kitchen, and were astonished to find their daughter in

the little passage in the embrace of a great tall man in a blue

frock-coat and white duck trousers.

"I'm an old friend," he said--not without blushing though. "Don't you

remember me, Mrs. Clapp, and those good cakes you used to make for tea?

Don't you recollect me, Clapp? I'm George's godfather, and just come

back from India." A great shaking of hands ensued--Mrs. Clapp was

greatly affected and delighted; she called upon heaven to interpose a

vast many times in that passage.

The landlord and landlady of the house led the worthy Major into the

Sedleys' room (whereof he remembered every single article of furniture,

from the old brass ornamented piano, once a natty little instrument,

Stothard maker, to the screens and the alabaster miniature tombstone,

in the midst of which ticked Mr. Sedley's gold watch), and there, as he

sat down in the lodger's vacant arm-chair, the father, the mother, and

the daughter, with a thousand ejaculatory breaks in the narrative,

informed Major Dobbin of what we know already, but of particulars in

Amelia's history of which he was not aware--namely of Mrs. Sedley's

death, of George's reconcilement with his grandfather Osborne, of the

way in which the widow took on at leaving him, and of other particulars

of her life. Twice or thrice he was going to ask about the marriage

question, but his heart failed him. He did not care to lay it bare to

these people. Finally, he was informed that Mrs. O. was gone to walk

with her pa in Kensington Gardens, whither she always went with the old

gentleman (who was very weak and peevish now, and led her a sad life,

though she behaved to him like an angel, to be sure), of a fine

afternoon, after dinner.




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