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George Osborne–Rawdon Crawley
by
Before long Amelia had a visiting-book, and was driving about regularly in a carriage, from which a buttony boy sprang from the box with Amelia’s and Jos’s visiting cards. At stated hours Emmy and the carriage went to the Club, and took Jos for an airing; or, putting old Sedley into the vehicle, she drove the old man round the Regent’s Park. We are not long in growing used to changes in life. Her lady’s-maid and the chariot, her visiting book, and the buttony page became soon as familiar to Amelia as the humble routine of Brompton. She accommodated herself to one as to the other, and entertained Jos’s friends with the same unselfish charm with which she cared for and amused old John Sedley.
Then came the day when that poor old man closed his eyes on the familiar scenes of earth, and Major Dobbin, Jos, and George followed his remains-to the grave in a black cloth coach. “You see,” said old Osborne to George, when the burial was over, “what comes of merit and industry and good speculation, and that. Look at me and my bank account. Look at your poor Grandfather Sedley, and his failure. And yet he was a better man than I was, this day twenty years–a better man, I should say, by ten thousand pounds.” And this worldly wisdom little George received in profound silence, taking it for what it was worth.
About this time old Osborne conceived much admiration for Major Dobbin, which he had acquired from the world’s opinion of that gentleman. Also Major Dobbin’s name appeared in the lists of one or two great parties of the nobility, which circumstance had a prodigious effect upon the old aristocrat of Russell Square. Also the Major’s position as guardian to George, whose possession had been ceded to his grandfather, rendered some meetings between the two gentleman inevitable, and it was in one of these that old Osborne, from a chance hint supplied by the blushing Major, discovered that a part of the fund upon which the poor widow and her child had subsisted during their time of want, had been supplied out of William Dobbin’s own pocket. This information gave old Osborne pain, but increased his admiration for the Major, who had been such a loyal friend to his son’s wife. From that time it was evident that old Osborne’s opinion was softening, and soon Jos and the Major were asked to dinner at Russell Square,–to a dinner the most splendid that perhaps ever Mr. Osborne gave; every inch of the family plate was exhibited and the best company was asked. More than once old Osborne asked Major Dobbin about Mrs. George Osborne,–a theme on which the Major could be very eloquent.
“You don’t know what she endured, sir,” said honest Dobbin; “and I hope 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.”
“You are a good fellow, sir!” was all Mr. Osborne said. But it was evident in later events that the conversation had had its effect upon the old man. He sent for his lawyers, and made some changes in his will, which was well, for one day shortly after that act he died suddenly.
When his will was read it was found that half the property was left to George. Also an annuity of five hundred pounds 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 was appointed executor, “and as out of his kindness and bounty he maintained my grandson and my son’s widow with his own private funds when they were otherwise without means of support” (the testator went on to say), “I hereby thank him heartily, 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 George was restored to her, and that it had been William’s bounty that supported her in poverty, that it was William who had reconciled old Osborne to her, then her gratitude and joy knew no bounds.