could　enjoy　his　hookah　there　with　such　perfect　ease；　and
  could　swagger　down　to　the　theatres；　when　minded；　so
  agreeably；　that；　perhaps；　he　would　have　remained
  altogether　at　the　Slaughters'　had　not　his　friend；　the　Major；
  been　at　his　elbow。　　That　gentleman　would　not　let　the
  Bengalee　rest　until　he　had　executed　his　promise　of　having
  a　home　for　Amelia　and　his　father。　　Jos　was　a　soft　fellow
  in　anybody's　hands；　Dobbin　most　active　in　anybody's
  concerns　but　his　own；　the　civilian　was；　therefore；　an　easy
  victim　to　the　guileless　arts　of　this　good…natured　diplomatist
  and　was　ready　to　do；　to　purchase；　hire；　or　relinquish
  whatever　his　friend　thought　fit。　　Loll　Jewab；　of　whom　the
  boys　about　St。　　Martin's　Lane　used　to　make　cruel　fun
  whenever　he　showed　his　dusky　countenance　in　the　street；　was
  sent　back　to　Calcutta　in　the　Lady　Kicklebury　East
  Indiaman；　in　which　Sir　William　Dobbin　had　a　share；　having
  previously　taught　Jos's　European　the　art　of　preparing
  curries；　pilaus；　and　pipes。　　It　was　a　matter　of　great　delight
  and　occupation　to　Jos　to　superintend　the　building　of　a
  smart　chariot　which　he　and　the　Major　ordered　in　the
  neighbouring　Long　Acre：　　and　a　pair　of　handsome　horses
  were　jobbed；　with　which　Jos　drove　about　in　state　in　the
  park；　or　to　call　upon　his　Indian　friends。　　Amelia　was　not
  seldom　by　his　side　on　these　excursions；　when　also　Major
  Dobbin　would　be　seen　in　the　back　seat　of　the　carriage。
  At　other　times　old　Sedley　and　his　daughter　took
  advantage　of　it；　and　Miss　Clapp；　who　frequently
  accompanied　her　friend；　had　great　pleasure　in　being　recognized
  as　she　sat　in　the　carriage；　dressed　in　the　famous　yellow
  shawl；　by　the　young　gentleman　at　the　surgery；　whose　face
  might　commonly　be　seen　over　the　window…blinds　as　she
  passed。
  Shortly　after　Jos's　first　appearance　at　Brompton；　a
  dismal　scene；　indeed；　took　place　at　that　humble　cottage　at
  which　the　Sedleys　had　passed　the　last　ten　years　of　their
  life。　　Jos's　carriage　（the　temporary　one；　not　the　chariot
  under　construction）　arrived　one　day　and　carried　off　old
  Sedley　and　his　daughterto　return　no　more。　　The　tears
  that　were　shed　by　the　landlady　and　the　landlady's
  daughter　at　that　event　were　as　genuine　tears　of　sorrow　as　any
  that　have　been　outpoured　in　the　course　of　this　history。
  In　their　long　acquaintanceship　and　intimacy　they　could
  not　recall　a　harsh　word　that　had　been　uttered　by　Amelia
  She　had　been　all　sweetness　and　kindness；　always
  thankful；　always　gentle；　even　when　Mrs。　Clapp　lost　her　own
  temper　and　pressed　for　the　rent。　　When　the　kind　creature
  was　going　away　for　good　and　all；　the　landlady　reproached
  herself　bitterly　for　ever　having　used　a　rough　expression　to
  herhow　she　wept；　as　they　stuck　up　with　wafers　on　the
  window；　a　paper　notifying　that　the　little　rooms　so　long
  occupied　were　to　let！　　They　never　would　have　such　lodgers
  again；　that　was　quite　clear。　　After…life　proved　the　truth　of
  this　melancholy　prophecy；　and　Mrs。　Clapp　revenged
  herself　for　the　deterioration　of　mankind　by　levying　the　most
  savage　contributions　upon　the　tea…caddies　and　legs　of
  mutton　of　her　locataires。　　Most　of　them　scolded　and
  grumbled；　some　of　them　did　not　pay；　none　of　them　stayed。
  The　landlady　might　well　regret　those　old；　old　friends；　who
  had　left　her。
  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　pianothat　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
  comfortablethe　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。
  〃Do　you；　Amelia？〃　cried　the　Major。　　The　fact　was；
  as　he　had　bought　it　himself；　though　he　never　said
  anything　about　it；　it　never　entered　into　his　head　to　suppose
  that　Emmy　should　think　anybody　else　was　the　purchaser；
  and　as　a　matter　of　course　he　fancied　that　she　knew　the
  gift　came　from　him。　　〃Do　you；　Amelia？〃　he　said；　and
  the　question；　the　great　question　of　all；　was　trembling
  on　his　lips；　when　Emmy　replied
  〃Can　I　do　otherwise？did　not　he　give　it　me？〃
  〃I　did　not　know；〃　said　poor　old　Dob；　and　his
  countenance　fell。
  Emmy　did　not　note　the　circumstance　at　the　time；　nor
  take　immediate　heed　of　the　very　dismal　expression　which
  honest　Dobbin's　countenance　assumed；　but　she　thought
  of　it　afterwards。　　And　then　it　struck　her；　with　inexpressible
  pain　and　mortification　too；　that　it　was　William　who
  was　the　giver　of　the　piano；　and　not　George；　as　she　had
  fancied。　　It　was　not　George's　gift；　the　only　one　which　she
  had　received　from　her　lover；　as　she　thoughtthe　thing
  she　had　cherished　beyond　all　othersher　dearest　relic
  and　prize。　　She　had　spoken　to　it　about　George；　played
  his　favourite　airs　upon　it；　sat　for　long　evening　hours；
  touching；　to　the　best　of　her　simple　art；　melancholy
  harmonies　on　the　keys；　and　weeping　over　them　in　silence。
  It　was　not　George's　relic。　　It　was　valueless　now。　　The　next
  time　that　old　Sedley　asked　her　to　play；　she　said　it　was
  shockingly　out　of　tune；　that　she　had　a　headache；　that
  she　couldn't　play。
  Then；　according　to　her　custom；　she　rebuked　herself
  for　her　pettishness　and　ingratitude　and　determined　to
  make　a　reparation　to　honest　William　for　the　slight　she
  had　not　expressed　to　him；　but　had　felt　for　his　piano。
  A　few　days　afterwards；　as　they　were　seated　in　the
  drawing…room；　where　Jos　had　fallen　asleep　with　great　comfort
  after　dinner；　Amelia　said　with　rather　a　faltering　voice
  to　Major　Dobbin
  〃I　have　to　beg　your　pardon　for　something。〃
  〃About　what？〃　said　he。
  〃Aboutabout　that　little　square　piano。　　I　never　thanked
  you　for　it　when　you　gave　it　me；　many；　many　years　ago；
  before　I　was　married。