Struggles and TrialsOur friends at Brompton were meanwhile passing their Christmas after their fashion and in a manner by no means too cheerful.
Out of the hundred pounds a year, which was about the amount of her income, the Widow Osborne had been in the habit of giving up nearly three-fourths to her father and mother, for the expenses of herself and her little boy.With #120 more, supplied by Jos, this family of four people, attended by a single Irish servant who also did for Clapp and his wife, might manage to live in decent comfort through the year, and hold up their heads yet, and be able to give a friend a dish of tea still, after the storms and disappointments of their early life.
Sedley still maintained his ascendency over the family of Mr.Clapp, his ex-clerk.Clapp remembered the time when, sitting on the edge of the chair, he tossed off a bumper to the health of "Mrs.S--, Miss Emmy, and Mr.Joseph in India," at the merchant's rich table in Russell Square.Time magnified the splendour of those recollections in the honest clerk's bosom.Whenever he came up from the kitchen-parlour to the drawing-room and partook of tea or gin-and-water with Mr.Sedley, he would say, "This was not what you was accustomed to once, sir," and as gravely and reverentially drink the health of the ladies as he had done in the days of their utmost prosperity.He thought Miss 'Melia's playing the divinest music ever performed, and her the finest lady.
He never would sit down before Sedley at the club even, nor would he have that gentleman's character abused by any member of the society.He had seen the first men in London shaking hands with Mr.S--; he said, "He'd known him in times when Rothschild might be seen on 'Change with him any day, and he owed him personally everythink."Clapp, with the best of characters and handwritings, had been able very soon after his master's disaster to find other employment for himself."Such a little fish as me can swim in any bucket," he used to remark, and a member of the house from which old Sedley had seceded was very glad to make use of Mr.Clapp's services and to reward them with a comfortable salary.In fine, all Sedley's wealthy friends had dropped off one by one, and this poor ex-dependent still remained faithfully attached to him.
Out of the small residue of her income which Amelia kept back for herself, the widow had need of all the thrift and care possible in order to enable her to keep her darling boy dressed in such a manner as became George Osborne's son, and to defray the expenses of the little school to which, after much misgiving and reluctance and many secret pangs and fears on her own part, she had been induced to send the lad.She had sat up of nights conning lessons and spelling over crabbed grammars and geography books in order to teach them to Georgy.She had worked even at the Latin accidence, fondly hoping that she might be capable of instructing him in that language.To part with him all day, to send him out to the mercy of a schoolmaster's cane and his schoolfellows' roughness, was almost like weaning him over again to that weak mother, so tremulous and full of sensibility.He, for his part, rushed off to the school with the utmost happiness.He was longing for the change.
That childish gladness wounded his mother, who was herself so grieved to part with him.She would rather have had him more sorry, she thought, and then was deeply repentant within herself for daring to be so selfish as to wish her own son to be unhappy.
Georgy made great progress in the school, which was kept by a friend of his mother's constant admirer, the Rev.Mr.Binny.He brought home numberless prizes and testimonials of ability.He told his mother countless stories every night about his school-companions: and what a fine fellow Lyons was, and what a sneak Sniffin was, and how Steel's father actually supplied the meat for the establishment, whereas Golding's mother came in a carriage to fetch him every Saturday, and how Neat had straps to his trowsers--might he have straps?--and how Bull Major was so strong (though only in Eutropius) that it was believed he could lick the Usher, Mr.Ward, himself.So Amelia learned to know every one of the boys in that school as well as Georgy himself, and of nights she used to help him in his exercises and puzzle her little head over his lessons as eagerly as if she was herself going in the morning into the presence of the master.
Once, after a certain combat with Master Smith, George came home to his mother with a black eye, and bragged prodigiously to his parent and his delighted old grandfather about his valour in the fight, in which, if the truth was known he did not behave with particular heroism, and in which he decidedly had the worst.But Amelia has never forgiven that Smith to this day, though he is now a peaceful apothecary near Leicester Square.
In these quiet labours and harmless cares the gentle widow's life was passing away, a silver hair or two marking the progress of time on her head and a line deepening ever so little on her fair forehead.She used to smile at these marks of time."What matters it," she asked, "For an old woman like me?" All she hoped for was to live to see her son great, famous, and glorious, as he deserved to be.She kept his copy-books, his drawings, and compositions, and showed them about in her little circle as if they were miracles of genius.She confided some of these specimens to Miss Dobbin, to show them to Miss Osborne, George's aunt, to show them to Mr.Osborne himself--to make that old man repent of his cruelty and ill feeling towards him who was gone.All her husband's faults and foibles she had buried in the grave with him:
she only remembered the lover, who had married her at all sacrifices, the noble husband, so brave and beautiful, in whose arms she had hung on the morning when he had gone away to fight, and die gloriously for his king.From heaven the hero must be smiling down upon that paragon of a boy whom he had left to comfort and console her.
