George came to dinner--a repast en garcon 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, nevertheless looked at Sir Pitt Crawley's name in the baronetage; and learned everything 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 him when he would have his revenge:
was interested about Osborne's regiment: and would have proposed piquet to him that very evening, but Miss Crawley absolutely forbade any gambling in her house;so that the young Lieutenant's purse was not lightened by his gallant patron, for that day at least.However, they made an engagement for the next, somewhere: to look at a horse that Crawley had to sell, and to try him in the Park; and to dine together, and to pass the evening with some jolly fellows."That is, if you're not on duty to that pretty Miss Sedley," Crawley said, with a knowing wink.
"Monstrous nice girl, 'pon my honour, though, Osborne,"he was good enough to add."Lots of tin, I suppose, eh?"Osborne wasn't on duty; he would join Crawley with pleasure: and the latter, when they met the next day, praised his new friend's horsemanship--as he might with perfect honesty--and introduced him to three or four young men of the first fashion, whose acquaintance immensely elated the simple young officer.
"How's little Miss Sharp, by-the-bye?" Osborne inquired of his friend over their wine, with a dandified air.
"Good-natured little girl that.Does she suit you well at Queen's Crawley? Miss Sedley liked her a good deal last year."Captain Crawley looked savagely at the Lieutenant out of his little blue eyes, and watched him when he went up to resume his acquaintance with the fair governess.Her conduct must have relieved Crawley if there was any jealousy in the bosom of that life-guardsman.
When the young men went upstairs, and after Osborne's introduction to Miss Crawley, he walked up to Rebecca with a patronising, easy swagger.He was going to be kind to her and protect her.He would even shake hands with her, as a friend of Amelia's; and saying, "Ah, Miss Sharp! how-dy-doo?" held out his left hand towards her, expecting that she would be quite confounded at the honour.
Miss Sharp put out her right forefinger, and gave him a little nod, so cool and killing, that Rawdon Crawley, watching the operations from the other room, could hardly restrain his laughter as he saw the Lieutenant's entire discomfiture; the start he gave, the pause, and the perfect clumsiness with which he at length condescended to take the finger which was offered for his embrace.
"She'd beat the devil, by Jove!" the Captain said, in a rapture; and the Lieutenant, by way of beginning the conversation, agreeably asked Rebecca how she liked her new place.
"My place?" said Miss Sharp, coolly, "how kind of you to remind me of it! It's a tolerably good place: the wages are pretty good--not so good as Miss Wirt's, I believe, with your sisters in Russell Square.How are those young ladies?--not that I ought to ask.""Why not?" Mr.Osborne said, amazed.
"Why, they never condescended to speak to me, or to ask me into their house, whilst I was staying with Amelia;but we poor governesses, you know, are used to slights of this sort.""My dear Miss Sharp!" Osborne ejaculated.
"At least in some families," Rebecca continued."You can't think what a difference there is though.We are not so wealthy in Hampshire as you lucky folks of the City.
But then I am in a gentleman's family--good old English stock.I suppose you know Sir Pitt's father refused a peerage.And you see how I am treated.I am pretty comfortable.Indeed it is rather a good place.But how very good of you to inquire!"Osborne was quite savage.The little governess patronised him and persiffled him until this young British Lion felt quite uneasy; nor could he muster sufficient presence of mind to find a pretext for backing out of this most delectable conversation.
"I thought you liked the City families pretty well," he said, haughtily.
"Last year you mean, when I was fresh from that horrid vulgar school? Of course I did.Doesn't every girl like to come home for the holidays? And how was I to know any better? But oh, Mr.Osborne, what a difference eighteen months' experience makes! eighteen months spent, pardon me for saying so, with gentlemen.As for dear Amelia, she, I grant you, is a pearl, and would be charming anywhere.There now, I see you are beginning to be in a good humour; but oh these queer odd City people!
And Mr.Jos--how is that wonderful Mr.Joseph?""It seems to me you didn't dislike that wonderful Mr.
Joseph last year," Osborne said kindly.
"How severe of you! Well, entre nous, I didn't break my heart about him; yet if he had asked me to do what you mean by your looks (and very expressive and kind they are, too), I wouldn't have said no."Mr.Osborne gave a look as much as to say, "Indeed, how very obliging!""What an honour to have had you for a brother-in-law, you are thinking? To be sister-in-law to George Osborne, Esquire, son of John Osborne, Esquire, son of--what was your grandpapa, Mr.Osborne? Well, don't be angry.You can't help your pedigree, and I quite agree with you that I would have married Mr.Joe Sedley; for could a poor penniless girl do better? Now you know the whole secret.I'm frank and open; considering all things, it was very kind of you to allude to the circumstance--very kind and polite.Amelia dear, Mr.
Osborne and I were talking about your poor brother Joseph.
How is he?"
