"Dear friend!" Rebecca said with angelic sweetness, "do hear what Major

Dobbin has to say against me."

"I will not hear it, I say," squeaked out Jos at the top of his voice,

and, gathering up his dressing-gown, he was gone.

"We are only two women," Amelia said. "You can speak now, sir."

"This manner towards me is one which scarcely becomes you, Amelia," the

Major answered haughtily; "nor I believe am I guilty of habitual

harshness to women. It is not a pleasure to me to do the duty which I

am come to do."

"Pray proceed with it quickly, if you please, Major Dobbin," said

Amelia, who was more and more in a pet. The expression of Dobbin's

face, as she spoke in this imperious manner, was not pleasant.

"I came to say--and as you stay, Mrs. Crawley, I must say it in your

presence--that I think you--you ought not to form a member of the

family of my friends. A lady who is separated from her husband, who

travels not under her own name, who frequents public gaming-tables--"

"It was to the ball I went," cried out Becky.

"--is not a fit companion for Mrs. Osborne and her son," Dobbin went

on: "and I may add that there are people here who know you, and who

profess to know that regarding your conduct about which I don't even

wish to speak before--before Mrs. Osborne."

"Yours is a very modest and convenient sort of calumny, Major Dobbin,"

Rebecca said. "You leave me under the weight of an accusation which,

after all, is unsaid. What is it? Is it unfaithfulness to my husband? I

scorn it and defy anybody to prove it--I defy you, I say. My honour is

as untouched as that of the bitterest enemy who ever maligned me. Is

it of being poor, forsaken, wretched, that you accuse me? Yes, I am

guilty of those faults, and punished for them every day. Let me go,

Emmy. It is only to suppose that I have not met you, and I am no worse

to-day than I was yesterday. It is only to suppose that the night is

over and the poor wanderer is on her way. Don't you remember the song

we used to sing in old, dear old days? I have been wandering ever since

then--a poor castaway, scorned for being miserable, and insulted

because I am alone. Let me go: my stay here interferes with the plans

of this gentleman."

"Indeed it does, madam," said the Major. "If I have any authority in

this house--"

"Authority, none!" broke out Amelia "Rebecca, you stay with me. I

won't desert you because you have been persecuted, or insult you

because--because Major Dobbin chooses to do so. Come away, dear." And

the two women made towards the door.




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