daughter wept； when they were together embracing each
other in this sanctuary； may readily be imagined by every
reader who possesses the least sentimental turn。 When
don't ladies weep？ At what occasion of joy； sorrow； or
other business of life； and； after such an event as a
marriage； mother and daughter were surely at liberty to give
way to a sensibility which is as tender as it is refreshing。
About a question of marriage I have seen women
who hate each other kiss and cry together quite fondly。
How much more do they feel when they love！ Good mothers
are married over again at their daughters' weddings：
and as for subsequent events； who does not know how
ultra…maternal grandmothers are？in fact a woman； until
she is a grandmother； does not often really know what to
be a mother is。 Let us respect Amelia and her mamma
whispering and whimpering and laughing and crying in
the parlour and the twilight。 Old Mr。 Sedley did。 HE had
not divined who was in the carriage when it drove up。 He
had not flown out to meet his daughter； though he kissed
her very warmly when she entered the room （where he
was occupied； as usual； with his papers and tapes and
statements of accounts）； and after sitting with the mother
and daughter for a short time； he very wisely left the
little apartment in their possession。
George's valet was looking on in a very supercilious
manner at Mr。 Clapp in his shirt…sleeves； watering his
rose…bushes。 He took off his hat； however； with much
condescension to Mr。 Sedley； who asked news about
his son…in…law； and about Jos's carriage； and whether his
horses had been down to Brighton； and about that
infernal traitor Bonaparty； and the war； until the Irish
maid…servant came with a plate and a bottle of wine；
from which the old gentleman insisted upon helping the
valet。 He gave him a half…guinea too； which the servant
pocketed with a mixture of wonder and contempt。 〃To
the health of your master and mistress； Trotter；〃 Mr。
Sedley said； 〃and here's something to drink your health
when you get home； Trotter。〃
There were but nine days past since Amelia had left
that little cottage and homeand yet how far off the
time seemed since she had bidden it farewell。 What a
gulf lay between her and that past life。 She could look
back to it from her present standing…place； and contemplate；
almost as another being； the young unmarried girl
absorbed in her love； having no eyes but for one special
object； receiving parental affection if not ungratefully；
at least indifferently； and as if it were her dueher
whole heart and thoughts bent on the accomplishment of
one desire。 The review of those days； so lately gone yet
so far away； touched her with shame； and the aspect of
the kind parents filled her with tender remorse。 Was the
prize gainedthe heaven of lifeand the winner still
doubtful and unsatisfied？ As his hero and heroine pass
the matrimonial barrier； the novelist generally drops the
curtain； as if the drama were over then： the doubts and
struggles of life ended： as if； once landed in the marriage
country； all were green and pleasant there： and wife
and husband had nothing to do but to link each other's
arms together； and wander gently downwards towards
old age in happy and perfect fruition。 But our little
Amelia was just on the bank of her new country； and was
already looking anxiously back towards the sad friendly
figures waving farewell to her across the stream； from the
other distant shore。
In honour of the young bride's arrival； her mother
thought it necessary to prepare I don't know what festive
entertainment； and after the first ebullition of talk； took
leave of Mrs。 George Osborne for a while； and dived
down to the lower regions of the house to a sort of
kitchen…parlour （occupied by Mr。 and Mrs。 Clapp； and
in the evening； when her dishes were washed and her
curl…papers removed； by Miss Flannigan； the Irish servant）；
there to take measures for the preparing of a magnificent
ornamented tea。 All people have their ways of
expressing kindness； and it seemed to Mrs。 Sedley that a
muffin and a quantity of orange marmalade spread out
in a little cut…glass saucer would be peculiarly agreeable
refreshments to Amelia in her most interesting situation。
While these delicacies were being transacted below；
Amelia； leaving the drawing…room； walked upstairs and
found herself； she scarce knew how； in the little room
which she had occupied before her marriage； and in that
very chair in which she had passed so many bitter hours。
She sank back in its arms as if it were an old friend；
and fell to thinking over the past week； and the life
beyond it。 Already to be looking sadly and vaguely back：
always to be pining for something which； when obtained；
brought doubt and sadness rather than pleasure； here
was the lot of our poor little creature and harmless lost
wanderer in the great struggling crowds of Vanity Fair。
Here she sate； and recalled to herself fondly that image
of George to which she had knelt before marriage。 Did
she own to herself how different the real man was from
that superb young hero whom she had worshipped？ It
requires many； many yearsand a man must be very bad
indeedbefore a woman's pride and vanity will let her
own to such a confession。 Then Rebecca's twinkling
green eyes and baleful smile lighted upon her； and filled
her with dismay。 And so she sate for awhile indulging
in her usual mood of selfish brooding； in that very
listless melancholy attitude in which the honest maid…servant
had found her； on the day when she brought up the
letter in which George renewed his offer of marriage。
She looked at the little white bed； which had been hers
a few days before； and thought she would like to sleep
in it that night； and wake； as formerly； with her mother
smiling over her in the morning： Then she thought with
terror of the great funereal damask pavilion in the vast
and dingy state bedroom； which was awaiting her at the
grand hotel in Cavendish Square。 Dear little white bed！
how many a long night had she wept on its pillow！
How she had despaired and hoped to die there； and now
were not all her wishes accomplished； and the lover of
whom she had despaired her own for ever？ Kind mother！
how patiently and tenderly she had watched round that
bed！ She went and knelt down by the bedside； and there
this wounded and timorous； but gentle and loving soul；
sought for consolation； where as yet； it must be owned；
our little girl had but seldom looked for it。 Love had
been her faith hitherto； and the sad； bleeding disappointed
heart began to feel the want of another consoler。
Have we a right to repeat or to overhear her prayers？
These； brother； are secrets； and out of the domain of
Vanity Fair； in which our story lies。
But this may be said； that when the tea was finally
announced； our young lady came downstairs a great deal
more cheerful； that she did not despond； or deplore her
fate； or think about George's coldness； or Rebecca's eyes；
as she had been wont to do of late。 She went downstairs；
and kissed her father and mother； and talked to
the old gentleman； and made him more merry than he
had been for many a day。 She sate down at the piano
which Dobbin had bought for her； and sang over all her
father's favourite old songs。 She pronounced the tea to
be excellent； and praised the exquisite taste in which
the marmalade was arranged in the saucers。 And in
determining to make everybody else happy； she found
herself so； and was sound asleep in the great funereal
pavilion； and only woke up with a smile when George
arrived from the theatre。
For the next day； George had more important 〃business〃
to transact than that which took him to see Mr。
Kean in Shylock。 Immediately on his arrival in London
he had written off to his father's solicitors； signifying his
royal pleasure that an interview should take place between
them on the morrow。 His hotel bill； losses at
billiards and cards to Captain Crawley had almost drained
the young man's purse； which wanted replenishing before
he set out on his travels； and he had no resource but
to infringe upon the two thousand pounds which the
attorneys were commissioned to pay over to him。 He
had a perfect belief in his own mind that his father
would relent before very long。 How could any parent
be obdurate for a length of time against such a
paragon as he was？ If his mere past and personal merits did
not succeed in mollifying his father； George determined
that he would distinguish himself so prodigiously in the
ensuing campaign that the old gentleman must give in to
him。 And if not？ Bah！ the world was before him。 His
luck might change at cards； and there was a deal of
spending in two thousand pounds。
So he sent off Amelia once more in a carriage to her
mamma； with strict orders and carte blanche to the two
ladies to purchase everything requisite for a lady of Mrs。
George Osborne's fashion； who was going on a foreign
tour。 They had but one day to complete the outfit； and
it may be imagined that their business therefore occupied
them pretty fully。 In a carriage once more； bustling
about from milliner to linen…draper； escorted back to the
carriage by obsequious shopmen or polite owners； Mrs。
Sedley was herself again almost； and sincerely happy for
the first time since their misfortunes。 Nor was Mrs。
Amelia at all above the pleasure of shopping； and
bargaining； and seeing and buying pretty things。 （Would
any man； the most philosophic； give twopence for a
woman who was？） She gave herself a little treat；
obedient to her husband's orders； and purchased a
quantity of lady's gear； showing a great deal of taste and
elegant discernment； as all the shopfolks said。
And about the war that was ensuing； Mrs。 Osborne
was not much alarmed； Bonaparty was to be crushed
almost without a struggle。 Margate packets were sailing
every day； filled with men of fashion and ladies of note；
on their way to Brussels and Ghent。 People were going
not so much to a war as to a fashionable tour。 The
newspapers laughed the wretched upstart and swindler to
scorn。 Such a Corsican wretch as that withstand the
armies of Europe and the genius of the immortal
Wel