"It is some of Sedley's wine," whispered the butler to his master."I've had it a long time, and paid a good figure for it, too," Mr.Osborne said aloud to his guest, and then whispered to his right-hand neighbour how he had got it "at the old chap's sale."More than once he asked the Major about--about Mrs.
George Osborne--a theme on which the Major could be very eloquent when he chose.He told Mr.Osborne of her sufferings--of her passionate attachment to her husband, whose memory she worshipped still--of the tender and dutiful manner in which she had supported her parents, and given up her boy, when it seemed to her her duty to do so."You don't know what she endured, sir,"said honest Dobbin with a tremor in his voice, "and Ihope and trust you will be reconciled to her.If she took your son away from you, she gave hers to you;and however much you loved your George, depend on it, she loved hers ten times more.""By God, you are a good feller, sir," was all Mr.Os-borne said.It had never struck him that the widow would feel any pain at parting from the boy, or that his having a fine fortune could grieve her.A reconciliation was announced as speedy and inevitable, and Amelia's heart already began to beat at the notion of the awful meeting with George's father.
It was never, however, destined to take place.Old Sedley's lingering illness and death supervened, after which a meeting was for some time impossible.That catastrophe and other events may have worked upon Mr.
Osborne.He was much shaken of late, and aged, and his mind was working inwardly.He had sent for his lawyers, and probably changed something in his will.The medical man who looked in pronounced him shaky, agitated, and talked of a little blood and the seaside; but he took neither of these remedies.
One day when he should have come down to breakfast, his servant missing him, went into his dressing-room and found him lying at the foot of the dressing-table in a fit.Miss Osborne was apprised; the doctors were sent for; Georgy stopped away from school; the bleeders and cuppers came.Osborne partially regained cognizance, but never could speak again, though he tried dreadfully once or twice, and in four days he died.The doctors went down, and the undertaker's men went up the stairs, and all the shutters were shut towards the garden in Russell Square.Bullock rushed from the City in a hurry."How much money had he left to that boy?
Not half, surely? Surely share and share alike between the three?" It was an agitating moment.
What was it that poor old man tried once or twice in vain to say? I hope it was that he wanted to see Amelia and be reconciled before he left the world to one dear and faithful wife of his son: it was most likely that, for his will showed that the hatred which he had so long cherished had gone out of his heart.
They found in the pocket of his dressing-gown the letter with the great red seal which George had written him from Waterloo.He had looked at the other papers too, relative to his son, for the key of the box in which he kept them was also in his pocket, and it was found the seals and envelopes had been broken--very likely on the night before the seizure--when the butler had taken him tea into his study, and found him reading in the great red family Bible.
When the will was opened, it was found that half the property was left to George, and the remainder between the two sisters.Mr.Bullock to continue, for their joint benefit, the affairs of the commercial house, or to go out, as he thought fit.An annuity of five hundred pounds, chargeable on George's property, was left to his mother, "the widow of my beloved son, George Osborne," who was to resume the guardianship of the boy.
"Major William Dobbin, my beloved son's friend," was appointed executor; "and as out of his kindness and bounty, and with his own private funds, he maintained my grandson and my son's widow, when they were otherwise without means of support" (the testator went on to say) "I hereby thank him heartily for his love and regard for them, and beseech him to accept such a sum as may be sufficient to purchase his commission as a Lieutenant-Colonel, or to be disposed of in any way he may think fit."When Amelia heard that her father-in-law was reconciled to her, her heart melted, and she was grateful for the fortune left to her.But when she heard how Georgy was restored to her, and knew how and by whom, and how it was William's bounty that supported her in poverty, how it was William who gave her her husband and her son--oh, then she sank on her knees, and prayed for blessings on that constant and kind heart;she bowed down and humbled herself, and kissed the feet, as it were, of that beautiful and generous affection.
And gratitude was all that she had to pay back for such admirable devotion and benefits--only gratitude! If she thought of any other return, the image of George stood up out of the grave and said, "You are mine, and mine only, now and forever."William knew her feelings: had he not passed his whole life in divining them?