Vanity Fair. William Thackeray
events, if Rebecca was not beginning the world, she was beginning it over again.
By the time the young ladies reached Kensington turnpike, Amelia had not forgotten her companions, but had dried her tears, and had blushed very much and been delighted at a young officer of the Life Guards, who spied her as he was riding by, and said, «A dem fine gal, egad!» and before the carriage arrived in Russell Square, a great deal of conversation had taken place about the Drawing-room, and whether or not young ladies wore powder as well as hoops when presented, and whether she was to have that honour: to the Lord Mayor’s ball she knew she was to go. And when at length home was reached, Miss Amelia Sedley skipped out on Sambo’s arm, as happy and as handsome a girl as any in the whole big city of London. Both he and coachman agreed on this point, and so did her father and mother, and so did every one of the servants in the house, as they stood bobbing, and curtseying, and smiling, in the hall to welcome their young mistress.
You may be sure that she showed Rebecca over every room of the house, and everything in every one of her drawers; and her books, and her piano, and her dresses, and all her necklaces, brooches, laces, and gimcracks. She insisted upon Rebecca accepting the white cornelian and the turquoise rings, and a sweet sprigged muslin, which was too small for her now, though it would fit her friend to a nicety; and she determined in her heart to ask her mother’s permission to present her white Cashmere shawl to her friend. Could she not spare it? and had not her brother Joseph just brought her two from India?
When Rebecca saw the two magnificent Cashmere shawls which Joseph Sedley had brought home to his sister, she said, with perfect truth, «that it must be delightful to have a brother,» and easily got the pity of the tender-hearted Amelia for being alone in the world, an orphan without friends or kindred.
«Not alone,» said Amelia; «you know, Rebecca, I shall always be your friend, and love you as a sister – indeed I will.»
«Ah, but to have parents, as you have – kind, rich, affectionate parents, who give you everything you ask for; and their love, which is more precious than all! My poor papa could give me nothing, and I had but two frocks in all the world! And then, to have a brother, a dear brother! Oh, how you must love him!»
Amelia laughed.
«What! don’t you love him? you, who say you love everybody?»
«Yes, of course, I do – only – »
«Only what?»
«Only Joseph doesn’t seem to care much whether I love him or not. He gave me two fingers to shake when he arrived after ten years’ absence! He is very kind and good, but he scarcely ever speaks to me; I think he loves his pipe a great deal better than his» – but here Amelia checked herself, for why should she speak ill of her brother? «He was very kind to me as a child,» she added; «I was but five years old when he went away.»
«Isn’t he very rich?» said Rebecca. «They say all Indian nabobs are enormously rich.»
«I believe he has a very large income.»
«And is your sister-in-law a nice pretty woman?»
«La! Joseph is not married,» said Amelia, laughing again.
Perhaps she had mentioned the fact already to Rebecca, but that young lady did not appear to have remembered it; indeed, vowed and protested that she expected to see a number of Amelia’s nephews and nieces. She was quite disappointed that Mr. Sedley was not married; she was sure Amelia had said he was, and she doted so on little children.
«I think you must have had enough of them at Chiswick,» said Amelia, rather wondering at the sudden tenderness on her friend’s part; and indeed in later days Miss Sharp would never have committed herself so far as to advance opinions, the untruth of which would have been so easily detected. But we must remember that she is but nineteen as yet, unused to the art of deceiving, poor innocent creature! and making her own experience in her own person. The meaning of the above series of queries, as translated in the heart of this ingenious young woman, was simply this: «If Mr. Joseph Sedley is rich and unmarried, why should I not marry him? I have only a fortnight, to be sure, but there is no harm in trying.» And she determined within herself to make this laudable attempt. She redoubled her caresses to Amelia; she kissed the white cornelian necklace as she put it on; and vowed she would never, never part with it. When the dinner-bell rang she went downstairs with her arm round her friend’s waist, as is the habit of young ladies. She was so agitated at the drawing-room door, that she could hardly find courage to enter. «Feel my heart, how it beats, dear!» said she to her friend.
«No, it doesn’t,» said Amelia. «Come in, don’t be frightened. Papa won’t do you any harm.»
CHAPTER III
Rebecca Is in Presence of the Enemy
A VERY stout, puffy man, in buckskins and Hessian boots, with several immense neckcloths that rose almost to his nose, with a red striped waistcoat and an apple green coat with steel buttons almost as large as crown pieces (it was the morning costume of a dandy or blood of those days) was reading the paper by the fire when the two girls entered, and bounced off his arm-chair, and blushed excessively, and hid his entire face almost in his neckcloths at this apparition.
«It’s only your sister, Joseph,» said Amelia, laughing and shaking the two fingers which he held out. «I’ve come home FOR GOOD, you know; and this is my friend, Miss Sharp, whom you have heard me mention.»
«No, never, upon my word,» said the head under the neckcloth, shaking very much – «that is, yes – what abominably cold weather, Miss» – and herewith he fell to poking the fire with all his might, although it was in the middle of June.
«He’s very handsome,» whispered Rebecca to Amelia, rather loud.
«Do you think so?» said the latter. «I’ll tell him.»
«Darling! not for worlds,» said Miss Sharp, starting back as timid as a fawn. She had previously made a respectful virgin-like curtsey to the gentleman, and her modest eyes gazed so perseveringly on the carpet that it was a wonder how she should have found an opportunity to see him.
«Thank you for the beautiful shawls, brother,» said Amelia to the fire poker. «Are they not beautiful, Rebecca?»
«O heavenly!» said Miss Sharp, and her eyes went from the carpet straight to the chandelier.
Joseph still continued a huge clattering at the poker and tongs, puffing and blowing the while, and turning as red as his yellow face would allow him. «I can’t make you such handsome presents, Joseph,» continued his sister, «but while I was at school, I have embroidered for you a very beautiful pair of braces.»
«Good Gad! Amelia,» cried the brother, in serious alarm, «what do you mean?» and plunging with all his might at the bell-rope, that article of furniture came away in his hand, and increased the honest fellow’s confusion. «For heaven’s sake see if my buggy’s at the door. I CAN’T wait. I must go. D – — that groom of mine. I must go.»
At this minute the father of the family walked in, rattling his seals like a true British merchant. «What’s the matter, Emmy?» says he.
«Joseph wants me to see if his – his buggy is at the door. What is a buggy, Papa?»
«It is a one-horse palanquin,» said the old gentleman, who was a wag in his way.
Joseph at this burst out into a wild fit of laughter; in which, encountering the eye of Miss Sharp, he stopped all of a sudden, as if he had been shot.
«This young lady is your friend? Miss Sharp, I am very happy to see you. Have you and Emmy been quarrelling already with Joseph, that he wants to be off?»
«I promised Bonamy of our service, sir,» said Joseph, «to dine with him.»
«O fie! didn’t you tell your mother you would dine here?»
«But