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10 sweet voice !’’ Miss Crawley said, as they drove away westward after the Ittle inter- view. ‘* My dear Sharp, your young friend is charming. Send for her to Park Lane, do you hear?” Miss Crawley had a good taste. She liked natural manners—a little timidity only set them off. She liked pretty faces near her; as she liked pretty pictures, and nice china. She talked of Amelia with rapture half-a-dozen times that day. She mentioned her to Rawdon Crawley, who came dutifully to partake of his aunt’s chicken that day. Of course, on this Rebecca instantly stated, that Amelia was engaged to be married—to a Lieutenant Osborne—a very old flame. ‘‘Ts he a man in a line-regiment ?”’ Cap- tain Crawley asked, remembering after an effort, as became a guardsman, the number of the regiment, the —th. Rebecca thought that was the regiment. ‘‘ The captain’s name,”’ she said, ‘* was Cap- tain Dobbin.” “A Janky, gawky fellow,” said Crawley, ‘¢tumbles over every body. I know him; and Osborne’s a goodish-looking fellow, with large black whiskers ?”’ ‘¢ Knormous,”’? Miss Rebecca Sharp said, ‘Cand enormously proud of them, 1 assure you.” Captain Rawdon Crawley burst into a| hoarse laugh by way of reply; and being pressed by the ladies to explain, did so when the explosion of hilarity was over. ‘ He fancies he can play at billiards,” said he. ‘‘— won two hundred of him at the Cocoa Tree. He play, the young flat! He’d have played for any thing that day, but his friend Captain Dobbin carried him off, hang him!” ‘¢ Rawdon, Rawdon, don’t be so wicked,” Miss Crawley remarked, highly pleased. “Why, ma’am, of all the young fellows I’ve seen out of the line, I think this fellow’s the greenest. ‘T'arquin and Deuceace get what money they like out of him. He’d gov to the deuce to be seen with a lord. He pays their dinners at Greenwich, and_ they lavite the company.” ‘« And very pretty company too, I dare say.’ ‘Quite right, Miss Sharp. Right, as usual, Miss Sharp. Uncommon pretty com- pany—haw, haw!” and the captain laughed more and more, thinking he had made a good joke. ‘¢ Rawdon, don’t be naughty!” his aunt exclaimed. ‘¢ Well, his father’s a city man—immense- ly rich, they say. Hang those city fellows, they must bleed; and I’ve not done with him yet, I can tell you. Haw, haw!” ‘Hie, Captain Crawley, I shall warn Ame- ha. A gambling husband !”’ ‘‘ Horrid, ain’t he, hey ?” the captain said / VANITY FAIR. sudden thought having struck him—“ Gad, I say, ma’am, we’ll have him here.” ‘Ts he a presentable sort of a person?” the aunt inquired. ‘¢ Presentable ?—oh, very well. You wouldn’t see any difference,” Captain Craw- ley answered. ‘ Do let’s have him, when you begin to see a few people; and his whatdyecallem— his inamorato—eh, Miss Sharp; that’s what you call it—comes. Gad, V’!l write him a note, and have him; and I’ll try if he can play picquet as well as billiards. Where does he live, Miss Sharp?” Miss Sharp told Crawley the lieutenant’s town address; and a few days after this conversation, Lieutenant Osborne received a letter, in Captain Rawdon’s school-boy hand, and inclosing a note of invitation from Miss Crawley. | Rebecca dispatched also an invitation to her darling Amelia, who, you may be sure, was ready enough to accept it, when she heard that George was to be of the party. It was arranged that Amelia was to spend the morning with the ladies of Park Lane, where all were very kind to her. Rebecca patronized her with calm superiority: she was so much the cleverer of the two, and her friend so gentle and unassuming, that she always yielded when any body chose to command, and so took Rebecca’s orders with perfect meekness and good humor. Miss Crawley’s graciousness was also re- markable. She continued her raptures about little Amelia, talked about her before her face as if she were a doll, or a servant, or a picture, and admired her with the most benevolent wonder possible. I admire that admiration which the genteel world some- times extends to the commonalty. There is no more agreeable object in life than to see May Fair folks condescending. Miss Crawley’s prodigious benevolence rather fa- tigued poor little Amelia, and I am not sure that of the three ladies in Park Lane she did not find honest Miss Briggs the most agreeable. She sympathized with Briggs as with all neglected or gentle people: she wasn’t what you call a woman of spirit. George came to dinner—a repast en gar- con with Captain Crawley. The great family coach of the Osbornes transported him to Park Lane from Russell- square; where the young ladies, who were not themselves invited, and professed the greatest indifference at that slight, neverthe- less looked at Sir Pitt Crawley’s name in the baronetage; and learned every thing which that work had to teach about the Crawley family and their pedigree, and the Binkies, their relatives, &c., &c. Rawdon Crawley received George Osborne with great frankness and graciousness: praised his play at billiards: asked bim when he would have with great solemnity; and then added, a| his revenge: was interested about Osborne’s CONMICMOOO (C Sj 5(GO)