This was no other than Captain William Dobbin, of His Majesty's

Regiment of Foot, returned from yellow fever, in the West Indies, to

which the fortune of the service had ordered his regiment, whilst so

many of his gallant comrades were reaping glory in the Peninsula.

He had arrived with a knock so very timid and quiet that it was

inaudible to the ladies upstairs: otherwise, you may be sure Miss

Amelia would never have been so bold as to come singing into the room.

As it was, the sweet fresh little voice went right into the Captain's

heart, and nestled there. When she held out her hand for him to shake,

before he enveloped it in his own, he paused, and thought--"Well, is it

possible--are you the little maid I remember in the pink frock, such a

short time ago--the night I upset the punch-bowl, just after I was

gazetted? Are you the little girl that George Osborne said should marry

him? What a blooming young creature you seem, and what a prize the

rogue has got!" All this he thought, before he took Amelia's hand into

his own, and as he let his cocked hat fall.

His history since he left school, until the very moment when we have

the pleasure of meeting him again, although not fully narrated, has

yet, I think, been indicated sufficiently for an ingenious reader by

the conversation in the last page. Dobbin, the despised grocer, was

Alderman Dobbin--Alderman Dobbin was Colonel of the City Light Horse,

then burning with military ardour to resist the French Invasion.

Colonel Dobbin's corps, in which old Mr. Osborne himself was but an

indifferent corporal, had been reviewed by the Sovereign and the Duke

of York; and the colonel and alderman had been knighted. His son had

entered the army: and young Osborne followed presently in the same

regiment. They had served in the West Indies and in Canada. Their

regiment had just come home, and the attachment of Dobbin to George

Osborne was as warm and generous now as it had been when the two were

schoolboys.

So these worthy people sat down to dinner presently. They talked about

war and glory, and Boney and Lord Wellington, and the last Gazette. In

those famous days every gazette had a victory in it, and the two

gallant young men longed to see their own names in the glorious list,

and cursed their unlucky fate to belong to a regiment which had been

away from the chances of honour. Miss Sharp kindled with this exciting

talk, but Miss Sedley trembled and grew quite faint as she heard it.

Mr. Jos told several of his tiger-hunting stories, finished the one

about Miss Cutler and Lance the surgeon; helped Rebecca to everything

on the table, and himself gobbled and drank a great deal.




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