break　her　heart；　forsoothfor　a　man　who　is　stupida
  coxcomband　who　does　not　care　for　her。　　My　poor　good
  Rawdon　is　worth　ten　of　this　creature。〃　And　then　she　fell
  to　thinking　what　she　should　do　ifif　anything　happened
  to　poor　good　Rawdon；　and　what　a　great　piece　of　luck　it
  was　that　he　had　left　his　horses　behind。
  In　the　course　of　this　day　too；　Mrs。　Crawley；　who　saw
  not　without　anger　the　Bareacres　party　drive　off；
  bethought　her　of　the　precaution　which　the　Countess　had
  taken；　and　did　a　little　needlework　for　her　own　advantage；
  she　stitched　away　the　major　part　of　her　trinkets；　bills；
  and　bank…notes　about　her　person；　and　so　prepared；　was
  ready　for　any　eventto　fly　if　she　thought　fit；　or　to　stay
  and　welcome　the　conqueror；　were　he　Englishman　or
  Frenchman。　　And　I　am　not　sure　that　she　did　not　dream
  that　night　of　becoming　a　duchess　and　Madame　la
  Marechale；　while　Rawdon　wrapped　in　his　cloak；　and　making
  his　bivouac　under　the　rain　at　Mount　Saint　John；　was
  thinking；　with　all　the　force　of　his　heart；　about　the　little
  wife　whom　he　had　left　behind　him。
  The　next　day　was　a　Sunday。　　And　Mrs。　Major　O'Dowd
  had　the　satisfaction　of　seeing　both　her　patients　refreshed
  in　health　and　spirits　by　some　rest　which　they　had　taken
  during　the　night。　　She　herself　had　slept　on　a　great　chair　in
  Amelia's　room；　ready　to　wait　upon　her　poor　friend　or　the
  ensign；　should　either　need　her　nursing。　　When　morning
  came；　this　robust　woman　went　back　to　the　house　where
  she　and　her　Major　had　their　billet；　and　here　performed
  an　elaborate　and　splendid　toilette；　befitting　the　day。　　And
  it　is　very　possible　that　whilst　alone　in　that　chamber；　which
  her　husband　had　inhabited；　and　where　his　cap　still　lay　on
  the　pillow；　and　his　cane　stood　in　the　corner；　one　prayer　at
  least　was　sent　up　to　Heaven　for　the　welfare　of　the　brave
  soldier；　Michael　O'Dowd。
  When　she　returned　she　brought　her　prayer…book　with
  her；　and　her　uncle　the　Dean's　famous　book　of　sermons；
  out　of　which　she　never　failed　to　read　every　Sabbath；　not
  understanding　all；　haply；　not　pronouncing　many　of　the
  words　aright；　which　were　long　and　abstrusefor　the
  Dean　was　a　learned　man；　and　loved　long　Latin　words
  but　with　great　gravity；　vast　emphasis；　and　with　tolerable
  correctness　in　the　main。　　How　often　has　my　Mick　listened
  to　these　sermons；　she　thought；　and　me　reading　in　the
  cabin　of　a　calm！　　She　proposed　to　resume　this　exercise　on
  the　present　day；　with　Amelia　and　the　wounded　ensign
  for　a　congregation。　　The　same　service　was　read　on　that
  day　in　twenty　thousand　churches　at　the　same　hour；　and
  millions　of　British　men　and　women；　on　their　knees；
  implored　protection　of　the　Father　of　all。
  They　did　not　hear　the　noise　which　disturbed　our　little
  congregation　at　Brussels。　　Much　louder　than　that　which
  had　interrupted　them　two　days　previously；　as　Mrs。
  O'Dowd　was　reading　the　service　in　her　best　voice；　the
  cannon　of　Waterloo　began　to　roar。
  When　Jos　heard　that　dreadful　sound；　he　made　up　his
  mind　that　he　would　bear　this　perpetual　recurrence　of
  terrors　no　longer；　and　would　fly　at　once。　　He　rushed　into　the
  sick　man's　room；　where　our　three　friends　had　paused　in
  their　prayers；　and　further　interrupted　them　by　a
  passionate　appeal　to　Amelia
  〃I　can't　stand　it　any　more；　Emmy；〃　he　said；　'I　won't
  stand　it；　and　you　must　come　with　me。　　I　have　bought　a
  horse　for　younever　mind　at　what　priceand　you　must
  dress　and　come　with　me；　and　ride　behind　Isidor。〃
  〃God　forgive　me；　Mr。　Sedley；　but　you　are　no　better
  than　a　coward；〃　Mrs。　O'Dowd　said；　laying　down　the
  book。
  〃I　say　come；　Amelia；〃　the　civilian　went　on；　〃never
  mind　what　she　says；　why　are　we　to　stop　here　and　be
  butchered　by　the　Frenchmen？〃
  〃You　forget　the　th；　my　boy；〃　said　the　little　Stubble；
  the　wounded　hero；　from　his　bed〃and　and　you
  won't　leave　me；　will　you；　Mrs。　O'Dowd？〃
  〃No；　my　dear　fellow；〃　said　she；　going　up　and　kissing
  the　boy。　　〃No　harm　shall　come　to　you　while　I　stand　by。
  I　don't　budge　till　I　get　the　word　from　Mick。　　A　pretty
  figure　I'd　be；　wouldn't　I；　stuck　behind　that　chap　on　a
  pillion？〃
  This　image　caused　the　young　patient　to　burst　out
  laughing　in　his　bed；　and　even　made　Amelia　smile。　　〃I
  don't　ask　her；〃　Jos　shouted　out〃I　don't　ask　thatthat
  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。　　And　this
  time　he　really　gave　his　order　for　march：　　and　mounted　in
  the　court…yard。　　Mrs。　O'Dowd　heard　the　clattering　hoofs
  of　the　horses　as　they　issued　from　the　gate；　and　looking
  on；　made　many　scornful　remarks　on　poor　Joseph　as　he
  rode　down　the　street　with　Isidor　after　him　in　the　laced
  cap。　　The　horses；　which　had　not　been　exercised　for　some
  days；　were　lively；　and　sprang　about　the　street。　　Jos；　a
  clumsy　and　timid　horseman；　did　not　look　to　advantage　in
  the　saddle。　　〃Look　at　him；　Amelia　dear；　driving　into　the
  parlour　window。　　Such　a　bull　in　a　china…shop　I　never
  saw。〃　And　presently　the　pair　of　riders　disappeared　at　a
  canter　down　the　street　leading　in　the　direction　of　the
  Ghent　road；　Mrs。　O'Dowd　pursuing　them　with　a　fire　of
  sarcasm　so　long　as　they　were　in　sight。
  All　that　day　from　morning　until　past　sunset；　the
  cannon　never　ceased　to　roar。　　It　was　dark　when　the
  cannonading　stopped　all　of　a　sudden。
  All　of　us　have　read　of　what　occurred　during　that
  interval。　　The　tale　is　in　every　Englishman's　mouth；　and
  you　and　I；　who　were　children　when　the　great　battle　was
  won　and　lost；　are　never　tired　of　hearing　and　recounting
  the　history　of　that　famous　action。　　Its　remembrance
  rankles　still　in　the　bosoms　of　millions　of　the　countrymen　of
  those　brave　men　who　lost　the　day。　　They　pant　for　an
  opportunity　of　revenging　that　humiliation；　and　if　a　contest；
  ending　in　a　victory　on　their　part；　should　ensue；　elating
  them　in　their　turn；　and　leaving　its　cursed　legacy　of　hatred
  and　rage　behind　to　us；　there　is　no　end　to　the　so…called
  glory　and　shame；　and　to　the　alternations　of　successful
  and　unsuccessful　murder；　in　which　two　high…spirited
  nations　might　engage。　　Centuries　hence；　we　Frenchmen　and
  Englishmen　might　be　boasting　and　killing　each　other　still；
  carrying　out　bravely　the　Devil's　code　of　honour。
  All　our　friends　took　their　share　and　fought　like　men　in
  the　great　field。　　All　day　long；　whilst　the　women　were
  praying　ten　miles　away；　the　lines　of　the　dauntless　English
  infantry　were　receiving　and　repelling　the　furious　charges　of
  the　French　horsemen。　　Guns　which　were　heard　at　Brussels
  were　ploughing　up　their　ranks；　and　comrades　falling；　and
  the　resolute　survivors　closing　in。　　Towards　evening；　the
  attack　of　the　French；　repeated　and　resisted　so　bravely；
  slackened　in　its　fury。　　They　had　other　foes　besides　the
  British　to　engage；　or　were　preparing　for　a　final　onset。　　It
  came　at　last：　　the　columns　of　the　Imperial　Guard　marched
  up　the　hill　of　Saint　Jean；　at　length　and　at　once　to　sweep
  the　English　from　the　height　which　they　had　maintained
  all　day；　and　spite　of　all：　　unscared　by　the　thunder　of　the
  artillery；　which　hurled　death　from　the　English　linethe
  dark　rolling　column　pressed　on　and　up　the　hill。　　It　seemed
  almost　to　crest　the　eminence；　when　it　began　to　wave　and
  falter。　　Then　it　stopped；　still　facing　the　shot。　　Then　at　last
  the　English　troops　rushed　from　the　post　from　which　no
  enemy　had　been　able　to　dislodge　them；　and　the　Guard
  turned　and　fled。
  No　more　firing　was　heard　at　Brusselsthe　pursuit
  rolled　miles　away。　　Darkness　came　down　on　the　field　and
  city：　　and　Amelia　was　praying　for　George；　who　was　lying
  on　his　face；　dead；　with　a　bullet　through　his　heart。
  CHAPTER　XXXIII
  In　Which　Miss　Crawley's　Relations　Are　Very　Anxious　About　Her
  The　kind　reader　must　please　to　rememberwhile　the
  army　is　marching　from　Flanders；　and；　after　its　heroic
  actions　there；　is　advancing　to　take　the　fortifications　on　the
  frontiers　of　France；　previous　to　an　occupation　of　that
  countrythat　there　are　a　number　of　persons　living
  peaceably　in　England　who　have　to　do　with　the　history　at
  present　in　hand；　and　must　come　in　for　their　share　of　the
  chronicle。　　During　the　time　of　these　battles　and　dangers；
  old　Miss　Crawley　was　living　at　Brighton；　very　moderately
  moved　by　the　great　events　that　were　going　on。　　The　great
  events　rendered　the　newspapers　rather　interesting；　to　be
  sure；　and　Briggs　read　out　the　Gazette；　in　which　Rawdon
  Crawley's　gallantry　was　mentioned　with　honour；　and　his
  promotion　was　presently　recorded。
  〃What　a　pity　that　young　man　has　taken　such　an
  irretrievable　step　in　the　world！〃　his　aunt　said；　〃with　his　rank
  and　distinction　he　might　have　married　a　brewer's
  daughter　with　a　quarter　of　a　millionlike　Miss　Grains；　or　have
  looked　to　ally　himself　with　the　best　families　in　England。
  He　would　have　had　my　money　some　day　or　other；　or　his
  children　wouldfor　I'm　not　in　a　hurry　to　go；　Miss　Briggs；
  although　you　may　be　in　a　hurry　to　be　rid　of　me；　and
  instead　of　that；　he　is　a　doomed　pauper；　with　a　dancing…girl
  for　a　wife。〃
  〃Will　my　dear　Miss　Crawley　not　cast　an　eye　of
  compassion　upon　the　heroic　soldier；　whose　name　is　inscribed
  in　the　annals　of　his　country's　glory？〃　said　Miss　Briggs；
  who　was　greatly　excited　by　the　Waterloo　proceedings；
  and　love