As for Miss Mary, her sorrow at Amelia's departure was such as I shall not attempt to depict.From childhood upwards she had been with her daily and had attached herself so passionately to that dear good lady that when the grand barouche came to carry her off into splendour, she fainted in the arms of her friend, who was indeed scarcely less affected than the good-natured girl.Amelia loved her like a daughter.During eleven years the girl had been her constant friend and associate.The separation was a very painful one indeed to her.But it was of course arranged that Mary was to come and stay often at the grand new house whither Mrs.Osborne was going, and where Mary was sure she would never be so happy as she had been in their humble cot, as Miss Clapp called it, in the language of the novels which she loved.
Let us hope she was wrong in her judgement.Poor Emmy's days of happiness had been very few in that humble cot.A gloomy Fate had oppressed her there.She never liked to come back to the house after she had left it, or to face the landlady who had tyrannized over her when ill-humoured and unpaid, or when pleased had treated her with a coarse familiarity scarcely less odious.
Her servility and fulsome compliments when Emmy was in prosperity were not more to that lady's liking.She cast about notes of admiration all over the new house, extolling every article of furniture or ornament; she fingered Mrs.Osborne's dresses and calculated their price.
Nothing could be too good for that sweet lady, she vowed and protested.But in the vulgar sycophant who now paid court to her, Emmy always remembered the coarse tyrant who had made her miserable many a time, to whom she had been forced to put up petitions for time, when the rent was overdue; who cried out at her extravagance if she bought delicacies for her ailing mother or father; who had seen her humble and trampled upon her.
Nobody ever heard of these griefs, which had been part of our poor little woman's lot in life.She kept them secret from her father, whose improvidence was the cause of much of her misery.She had to bear all the blame of his misdoings, and indeed was so utterly gentle and humble as to be made by nature for a victim.
I hope she is not to suffer much more of that hard usage.And, as in all griefs there is said to be some consolation, I may mention that poor Mary, when left at her friend's departure in a hysterical condition, was placed under the medical treatment of the young fellow from the surgery, under whose care she rallied after a short period.Emmy, when she went away from Brompton, endowed Mary with every article of furniture that the house contained, only taking away her pictures (the two pictures over the bed) and her piano--that little old piano which had now passed into a plaintive jingling old age, but which she loved for reasons of her own.She was a child when first she played on it, and her parents gave it her.It had been given to her again since, as the reader may remember, when her father's house was gone to ruin and the instrument was recovered out of the wreck.
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.Amelia would have it up in her sitting-room, a neat little apartment on the second floor, adjoining her father's chamber, and where the old gentleman sat commonly of evenings.
When the men appeared then bearing this old music-box, and Amelia gave orders that it should be placed in the chamber aforesaid, Dobbin was quite elated."I'm glad you've kept it," he said in a very sentimental manner."I was afraid you didn't care about it.""I value it more than anything I have in the world,"said Amelia.
