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"I don't ask her," Jos shouted out "I don't ask that that Irishwoman, but you Amelia; once for all, will you come?" "Without my husband, Joseph?" Amelia said, with a look of wonder, and gave her hand to the Major's wife. Jos's patience was exhausted. "Good-bye, then," he said, shaking his fist in a rage, and slamming the door by which he retreated.
That period of Jos's life which now ensued was so full of incident, that it served him for conversation for many years after, and even the tiger-hunt story was put aside for more stirring narratives which he had to tell about the great campaign of Waterloo. As soon as he had agreed to escort his sister abroad, it was remarked that he ceased shaving his upper lip.
But Jos's fears, great and cruel as they were already, were destined to increase to an almost frantic pitch before the night was over. It has been mentioned how Pauline, the bonne, had son homme a elle also in the ranks of the army that had gone out to meet the Emperor Napoleon. This lover was a native of Brussels, and a Belgian hussar.
She was voted, in Jos's female society, rather a pleasing young person not much in her, but pleasing, and that sort of thing. The men, as usual, liked her artless kindness and simple refined demeanour.
Major Dobbin was exceedingly pleased when, as he was superintending the arrangements of Jos's new house which the Major insisted should be very handsome and comfortable the cart arrived from Brompton, bringing the trunks and bandboxes of the emigrants from that village, and with them the old piano.
As they walked along, he listened with trembling, half-incredulous hope to Jos's interpretation of Aunt Ri's voluble narrative. The doctor was in his office. To Aunt Ri's statement of Alessandro's errand he listened indifferently, and then said, "Is he an Agency Indian?" "A what?" exclaimed Aunt Ri. "Does he belong to the Agency? Is his name on the Agency books?"
His imagination caught the sound of an oft-repeated inquiry, 'Did ye hear about old Jos's latest trying to buy them there geese? and the appreciative laughter that would follow. The gooseherd faced him in silence. 'Well, said Mr. Curtenty again, his eyes twinkling, 'how much for the lot? The gooseherd gloomily and suspiciously named a sum. Mr.
Jos's motives and artifices were not very difficult of comprehension, and Dobbin laughed in his sleeve, like a hypocrite as he was, when he found, by the knowing air of the civilian and the offhand manner in which the latter talked about Tapeworm Castle and the other members of the family, that Jos had been up already in the morning, consulting his travelling Peerage.
I sent him back qvite tin after tree months, and he danced vid Baroness Glauber at the end of two." Jos's mind was made up; the springs, the Doctor, the Court, and the Charge d'Affaires convinced him, and he proposed to spend the autumn in these delightful quarters.
The payment of Jos's annuity was still regular, but it was a money-lender in the City who was receiving it: old Sedley had sold it for a sum of money wherewith to prosecute his bootless schemes. Emmy was calculating eagerly the time that would elapse before the letter would arrive and be answered. She had written down the date in her pocket-book of the day when she dispatched it.
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