The Colonel, of course, did not desire to see that lady, or even think proper to notify his arrival at Brussels, except privately to Jos by a message through his valet.Jos begged the Colonel to come and see him that night, when Mrs.Crawley would be at a soiree, and when they could meet alone.He found his brother-in-law in a condition of pitiable infirmity--and dreadfully afraid of Rebecca, though eager in his praises of her.She tended him through a series of unheard-of illnesses with a fidelity most admirable.She had been a daughter to him."But--but--oh, for God's sake, do come and live near me, and--and --see me sometimes," whimpered out the unfortunate man.
The Colonel's brow darkened at this."We can't, Jos,"he said."Considering the circumstances, Amelia can't visit you.""I swear to you--I swear to you on the Bible," gasped out Joseph, wanting to kiss the book, "that she is as innocent as a child, as spotless as your own wife.""It may be so," said the Colonel gloomily, "but Emmy can't come to you.Be a man, Jos: break off this disreputable connection.Come home to your family.We hear your affairs are involved.""Involved!" cried Jos."Who has told such calumnies?
All my money is placed out most advantageously.Mrs.
Crawley--that is--I mean--it is laid out to the best interest.""You are not in debt, then? Why did you insure your life?""I thought--a little present to her--in case anything happened; and you know my health is so delicate--common gratitude you know--and I intend to leave all my money to you--and I can spare it out of my income, indeed I can," cried out William's weak brother-in-law.
The Colonel besought Jos to fly at once--to go back to India, whither Mrs.Crawley could not follow him; to do anything to break off a connection which might have the most fatal consequences to him.
Jos clasped his hands and cried, "He would go back to India.He would do anything, only he must have time:
they mustn't say anything to Mrs.Crawley--she'd--she'd kill me if she knew it.You don't know what a terrible woman she is," the poor wretch said.
"Then, why not come away with me?" said Dobbin in reply; but Jos had not the courage."He would see Dobbin again in the morning; he must on no account say that he had been there.He must go now.Becky might come in." And Dobbin quitted him, full of forebodings.
He never saw Jos more.Three months afterwards Joseph Sedley died at Aix-la-Chapelle.It was found that all his property had been muddled away in speculations, and was represented by valueless shares in different bubble companies.All his available assets were the two thousand pounds for which his life was insured, and which were left equally between his beloved "sister Amelia, wife of, &c., and his friend and invaluable attendant during sickness, Rebecca, wife of Lieutenant-Colonel Rawdon Crawley, C.B.," who was appointed administratrix.
The solicitor of the insurance company swore it was the blackest case that ever had come before him, talked of sending a commission to Aix to examine into the death, and the Company refused payment of the policy.But Mrs., or Lady Crawley, as she styled herself, came to town at once (attended with her solicitors, Messrs.Burke, Thurtell, and Hayes, of Thavies Inn) and dared the Company to refuse the payment.They invited examination, they declared that she was the object of an infamous conspiracy, which had been pursuing her all through life, and triumphed finally.The money was paid, and her character established, but Colonel Dobbin sent back his share of the legacy to the insurance office and rigidly declined to hold any communication with RebeccaShe never was Lady Crawley, though she continued so to call herself.His Excellency Colonel Rawdon Crawley died of yellow fever at Coventry Island, most deeply beloved and deplored, and six weeks before the demise of his brother, Sir Pitt.The estate consequently devolved upon the present Sir Rawdon Crawley, Bart.
He, too, has declined to see his mother, to whom he makes a liberal allowance, and who, besides, appears to be very wealthy.The Baronet lives entirely at Queen's Crawley, with Lady Jane and her daughter, whilst Rebecca, Lady Crawley, chiefly hangs about Bath and Cheltenham, where a very strong party of excellent people consider her to be a most injured woman.She has her enemies.Who has not? Her life is her answer to them.
She busies herself in works of piety.She goes to church, and never without a footman.Her name is in all the Charity Lists.The destitute orange-girl, the neglected washerwoman, the distressed muffin-man find in her a fast and generous friend.She is always having stalls at Fancy Fairs for the benefit of these hapless beings.Emmy, her children, and the Colonel, coming to London some time back, found themselves suddenly before her at one of these fairs.She cast down her eyes demurely and smiled as they started away from her; Emmy scurrying off on the arm of George (now grown a dashing young gentleman) and the Colonel seizing up his little Janey, of whom he is fonder than of anything in the world--fonder even than of his History of the Punjaub.
"Fonder than he is of me," Emmy thinks with a sigh But he never said a word to Amelia that was not kind and gentle, or thought of a want of hers that he did not try to gratify.
Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?
--come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.
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