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had then been to pass three hours with Amelia； his
dear little Amelia； at Fulham； and he came home to
find his sisters spread in starched muslin in the drawing…
room； the dowagers cackling in the background； and
honest Swartz in her favourite amber…coloured satin； with
turquoise bracelets； countless rings； flowers； feathers； and
all sorts of tags and gimcracks； about as elegantly
decorated as a she chimney…sweep on May…day。
The girls； after vain attempts to engage him in conversation；
talked about fashions and the last drawing…room
until he was perfectly sick of their chatter。 He
contrasted their behaviour with little Emmy'stheir
shrill voices with her tender ringing tones； their attitudes
and their elbows and their starch； with her humble soft
movements and modest graces。 Poor Swartz was seated
in a place where Emmy had been accustomed to sit。
Her bejewelled hands lay sprawling in her amber satin
lap。 Her tags and ear…rings twinkled； and her big eyes
rolled about。 She was doing nothing with perfect contentment；
and thinking herself charming。 Anything so becoming
as the satin the sisters had never seen。
〃Dammy；〃 George said to a confidential friend； 〃she
looked like a China doll； which has nothing to do all day
but to grin and wag its head。 By Jove； Will； it was all I
I could do to prevent myself from throwing the sofa…
cushion at her。〃 He restrained that exhibition of
sentiment； however。
The sisters began to play the Battle of Prague。 〃Stop
that d thing；〃 George howled out in a fury from the
sofa。 〃It makes me mad。 You play us something； Miss
Swartz； do。 Sing something； anything but the Battle of
Prague。〃
〃Shall I sing 'Blue Eyed Mary' or the air from the
Cabinet？〃 Miss Swartz asked。
〃That sweet thing from the Cabinet；〃 the sisters said。
〃We've had that；〃 replied the misanthrope on the sofa
〃I can sing 'Fluvy du Tajy；' 〃 Swartz said； in a meek
voice； 〃if I had the words。〃 It was the last of the worthy
young woman's collection。
〃O； 'Fleuve du Tage；' 〃 Miss Maria cried； 〃we have the
song；〃 and went off to fetch the book in which it was。
Now it happened that this song； then in the height of
the fashion； had been given to the young ladies by a young
friend of theirs； whose name was on the title； and Miss
Swartz； having concluded the ditty with George's applause
（for he remembered that it was a favourite of Amelia's）；
was hoping for an encore perhaps； and fiddling with the
leaves of the music； when her eye fell upon the title； and
she saw 〃Amelia Sedley〃 written in the comer。
〃Lor！〃 cried Miss Swartz； spinning swiftly round on
the music…stool； 〃is it my Amelia？ Amelia that was at
Miss P。's at Hammersmith？ I know it is。 It's her。 and
Tell me about herwhere is she？〃
〃Don't mention her；〃 Miss Maria Osborne said
hastily。 〃Her family has disgraced itself。 Her father
cheated Papa； and as for her； she is never to be mentioned
HERE。〃 This was Miss Maria's return for George's
rudeness about the Battle of Prague。
〃Are you a friend of Amelia's？〃 George said； bouncing
up。 〃God bless you for it； Miss Swartz。 Don't believe
what；the girls say。 SHE'S not to blame at any rate。
She's the best〃
〃You know you're not to speak about her； George；〃
cried Jane。 〃Papa forbids it。〃
〃Who's to prevent me？〃 George cried out。 〃I will speak
of her。 I say she's the best； the kindest； the gentlest； the
sweetest girl in England； and that； bankrupt or no； my
sisters are not fit to hold candles to her。 If you like her；
go and see her； Miss Swartz； she wants friends now； and
I say； God bless everybody who befriends her。 Anybody
who speaks kindly of her is my friend； anybody who
speaks against her is my enemy。 Thank you； Miss Swartz〃；
and he went up and wrung her hand。
〃George！ George！〃 one of the sisters cried imploringly。
〃I say；〃 George said fiercely； 〃I thank everybody who
loves Amelia Sed〃 He stopped。 Old Osborne was in
the room with a face livid with rage； and eyes like hot
coals。
Though George had stopped in his sentence； yet； his
blood being up； he was not to be cowed by all the
generations of Osborne； rallying instantly； he replied to
the bullying look of his father； with another so indicative
of resolution and defiance that the elder man quailed in
his turn； and looked away。 He felt that the tussle was
coming。 〃Mrs。 Haggistoun； let me take you down to dinner；〃
he said。 〃Give your arm to Miss Swartz； George；〃
and they marched。
〃Miss Swartz； I love Amelia； and we've been engaged
almost all our lives；〃 Osborne said to his partner； and
during all the dinner； George rattled on with a volubility
which surprised himself； and made his father doubly
nervous for the fight which was to take place as soon as
the ladies were gone。
The difference between the pair was； that while the
father was violent and a bully； the son had thrice the
nerve and courage of the parent； and could not merely
make an attack； but resist it； and finding that the moment
was now come when the contest between him and
his father was to be decided； he took his dinner with
perfect coolness and appetite before the engagement
began。 Old Osborne； on the contrary； was nervous； and
drank much。 He floundered in his conversation with the
ladies； his neighbours： George's coolness only rendering
him more angry。 It made him half mad to see the calm
way in which George； flapping his napkin； and with a
swaggering bow； opened the door for the ladies to leave
the room； and filling himself a glass of wine； smacked it；
and looked his father full in the face； as if to say；
〃Gentlemen of the Guard； fire first。〃 The old man also took a
supply of ammunition； but his decanter clinked against
the glass as he tried to fill it。
After giving a great heave； and with a purple choking
face； he then began。 〃How dare you； sir； mention that
person's name before Miss Swartz to…day； in my drawing…
room？ I ask you； sir； how dare you do it？〃
〃Stop； sir；〃 says George； 〃don't say dare； sir。 Dare
isn't a word to be used to a Captain in the British Army。〃
〃I shall say what I like to my son； sir。 I can cut him off
with a shilling if I like。 I can make him a beggar if I like。
I WILL say what I like；〃 the elder said。
〃I'm a gentleman though I AM your son； sir；〃 George
answered haughtily。 〃Any communications which you
have to make to me； or any orders which you may
please to give； I beg may be couched in that kind of
language which I am accustomed to hear。〃
Whenever the lad assumed his haughty manner； it
always created either great awe or great irritation in the
parent。 Old Osborne stood in secret terror of his son as a
better gentleman than himself； and perhaps my readers
may have remarked in their experience of this Vanity Fair
of ours； that there is no character which a low…minded
man so much mistrusts as that of a gentleman。
〃My father didn't give me the education you have had；
nor the advantages you have had； nor the money you
have had。 If I had kept the company SOME FOLKS have
had through MY MEANS； perhaps my son wouldn't have
any reason to brag； sir； of his SUPERIORITY and WEST END
AIRS （these words were uttered in the elder Osborne's
most sarcastic tones）。 But it