Sentimental and OtherwiseI fear the gentleman to whom Miss Amelia's letters were addressed was rather an obdurate critic.Such a number of notes followed Lieutenant Osborne about the country, that he became almost ashamed of the jokes of his mess-room companions regarding them, and ordered his servant never to deliver them except at his private apartment.
He was seen lighting his cigar with one, to the horror of Captain Dobbin, who, it is my belief, would have given a bank-note for the document.
For some time George strove to keep the liaison a secret.There was a woman in the case, that he admitted.
"And not the first either," said Ensign Spooney to Ensign Stubble."That Osborne's a devil of a fellow.There was a judge's daughter at Demerara went almost mad about him; then there was that beautiful quadroon girl, Miss Pye, at St.Vincent's, you know; and since he's been home, they say he's a regular Don Giovanni, by Jove."Stubble and Spooney thought that to be a "regular Don Giovanni, by Jove" was one of the finest qualities a man could possess, and Osborne's reputation was prodigious amongst the young men of the regiment.He was famous in field-sports, famous at a song, famous on parade; free with his money, which was bountifully supplied by his father.His coats were better made than any man's in the regiment, and he had more of them.He was adored by the men.He could drink more than any officer of the whole mess, including old Heavytop, the colonel.He could spar better than Knuckles, the private (who would have been a corporal but for his drunkenness, and who had been in the prize-ring); and was the best batter and bowler, out and out, of the regimental club.
He rode his own horse, Greased Lightning, and won the Garrison cup at Quebec races.There were other people besides Amelia who worshipped him.Stubble and Spooney thought him a sort of Apollo; Dobbin took him to be an Admirable Crichton; and Mrs.Major O'Dowd acknowledged he was an elegant young fellow, and put her in mind of Fitzjurld Fogarty, Lord Castlefogarty's second son.
Well, Stubble and Spooney and the rest indulged in most romantic conjectures regarding this female correspondent of Osborne's--opining that it was a Duchess in London who was in love with him--or that it was a General's daughter, who was engaged to somebody else, and madly attached to him--or that it was a Member of Parliament's lady, who proposed four horses and an elopement--or that it was some other victim of a passion delightfully exciting, romantic, and disgraceful to all parties, on none of which conjectures would Osborne throw the least light, leaving his young admirers and friends to invent and arrange their whole history.
And the real state of the case would never have been known at all in the regiment but for Captain Dobbin's indiscretion.The Captain was eating his breakfast one day in the mess-room, while Cackle, the assistant-surgeon, and the two above-named worthies were speculating upon Osborne's intrigue--Stubble holding out that the lady was a Duchess about Queen Charlotte's court, and Cackle vowing she was an opera-singer of the worst reputation.
At this idea Dobbin became so moved, that though his mouth was full of eggs and bread-and-butter at the time, and though he ought not to have spoken at all, yet he couldn't help blurting out, "Cackle, you're a stupid fool.
You're always talking nonsense and scandal.Osborne is not going to run off with a Duchess or ruin a milliner.
Miss Sedley is one of the most charming young women that ever lived.He's been engaged to her ever so long;and the man who calls her names had better not do so in my hearing." With which, turning exceedingly red, Dobbin ceased speaking, and almost choked himself with a cup of tea.The story was over the regiment in half-an-hour; and that very evening Mrs.Major O'Dowd wrote off to her sister Glorvina at O'Dowdstown not to hurry from Dublin--young Osborne being prematurely engaged already.
She complimented the Lieutenant in an appropriate speech over a glass of whisky-toddy that evening, and he went home perfectly furious to quarrel with Dobbin (who had declined Mrs.Major O'Dowd's party, and sat in his own room playing the flute, and, I believe, writing poetry in a very melancholy manner)--to quarrel with Dobbin for betraying his secret.
"Who the deuce asked you to talk about my affairs?"Osborne shouted indignantly."Why the devil is all the regiment to know that I am going to be married? Why is that tattling old harridan, Peggy O'Dowd, to make free with my name at her d--d supper-table, and advertise my engagement over the three kingdoms? After all, what right have you to say I am engaged, or to meddle in my business at all, Dobbin?""It seems to me," Captain Dobbin began.
"Seems be hanged, Dobbin," his junior interrupted him."I am under obligations to you, I know it, a d--d deal too well too; but I won't be always sermonised by you because you're five years my senior.I'm hanged if I'll stand your airs of superiority and infernal pity and patronage.Pity and patronage! I should like to know in what I'm your inferior?""Are you engaged?" Captain Dobbin interposed.
"What the devil's that to you or any one here if I am?""Are you ashamed of it?" Dobbin resumed.
"What right have you to ask me that question, sir? Ishould like to know," George said.
"Good God, you don't mean to say you want to break off?" asked Dobbin, starting up.
"In other words, you ask me if I'm a man of honour,"said Osborne, fiercely; "is that what you mean? You've adopted such a tone regarding me lately that I'm --if I'll bear it any more."
"What have I done? I've told you you were neglecting a sweet girl, George.I've told you that when you go to town you ought to go to her, and not to the gambling-houses about St.James's."
"You want your money back, I suppose," said George, with a sneer.
"Of course I do--I always did, didn't I?" says Dobbin.
"You speak like a generous fellow."