"Hullo!" said he, "there's Dob's trap--they are bringing it out of the court-yard." The "trap" in question was a carriage which the Major had bought for six pounds sterling, and about which they used to rally him a good deal.
Emmy gave a little start, but said nothing.
"Hullo!" Georgy continued, "there's Francis coming out with the portmanteaus, and Kunz, the one-eyed postilion, coming down the market with three schimmels.
Look at his boots and yellow jacket--ain't he a rum one? Why--they're putting the horses to Dob's carriage.
Is he going anywhere?"
"Yes," said Emmy, "he is going on a journey.""Going on a journey; and when is he coming back?""He is--not coming back," answered Emmy.
"Not coming back!" cried out Georgy, jumping up.
"Stay here, sir," roared out Jos."Stay, Georgy," said his mother with a very sad face.The boy stopped, kicked about the room, jumped up and down from the window-seat with his knees, and showed every symptom of uneasiness and curiosity.
The horses were put to.The baggage was strapped on.Francis came out with his master's sword, cane, and umbrella tied up together, and laid them in the well, and his desk and old tin cocked-hat case, which he placed under the seat.Francis brought out the stained old blue cloak lined with red camlet, which had wrapped the owner up any time these fifteen years, and had manchen Sturm erlebt, as a favourite song of those days said.It had been new for the campaign of Waterloo and had covered George and William after the night of Quatre Bras.
Old Burcke, the landlord of the lodgings, came out, then Francis, with more packages--final packages--then Major William--Burcke wanted to kiss him.The Major was adored by all people with whom he had to do.It was with difficulty he could escape from this demonstration of attachment.
"By Jove, I will go!" screamed out George."Give him this," said Becky, quite interested, and put a paper into the boy's hand.He had rushed down the stairs and flung across the street in a minute--the yellow postilion was cracking his whip gently.
William had got into the carriage, released from the embraces of his landlord.George bounded in afterwards, and flung his arms round the Major's neck (as they saw from the window), and began asking him multiplied questions.Then he felt in his waistcoat pocket and gave him a note.William seized at it rather eagerly, he opened it trembling, but instantly his countenance changed, and he tore the paper in two and dropped it out of the carriage.He kissed Georgy on the head, and the boy got out, doubling his fists into his eyes, and with the aid of Francis.He lingered with his hand on the panel.Fort, Schwager! The yellow postilion cracked his whip prodigiously, up sprang Francis to the box, away went the schimmels, and Dobbin with his head on his breast.He never looked up as they passed under Amelia's window, and Georgy, left alone in the street, burst out crying in the face of all the crowd.
Emmy's maid heard him howling again during the night and brought him some preserved apricots to console him.She mingled her lamentations with his.All the poor, all the humble, all honest folks, all good men who knew him, loved that kind-hearted and simple gentleman.
As for Emmy, had she not done her duty? She had her picture of George for a consolation.
