VauxhallI know that the tune I am piping is a very mild one (although there are some terrific chapters coming presently), and must beg the good-natured reader to remember that we are only discoursing at present about a stockbroker's family in Russell Square, who are taking walks, or luncheon, or dinner, or talking and making love as people do in common life, and without a single passionate and wonderful incident to mark the progress of their loves.The argument stands thus--Osborne, in love with Amelia, has asked an old friend to dinner and to Vauxhall--Jos Sedley is in love with Rebecca.Will he marry her?
That is the great subject now in hand.
We might have treated this subject in the genteel, or in the romantic, or in the facetious manner.Suppose we had laid the scene in Grosvenor Square, with the very same adventures--would not some people have listened?
Suppose we had shown how Lord Joseph Sedley fell in love, and the Marquis of Osborne became attached to Lady Amelia, with the full consent of the Duke, her noble father: or instead of the supremely genteel, suppose we had resorted to the entirely low, and described what was going on in Mr.Sedley's kitchen--how black Sambo was in love with the cook (as indeed he was), and how he fought a battle with the coachman in her behalf; how the knife-boy was caught stealing a cold shoulder of mutton, and Miss Sedley's new femme de chambre refused to go to bed without a wax candle; such incidents might be made to provoke much delightful laughter, and be supposed to represent scenes of "life." Or if, on the contrary, we had taken a fancy for the terrible, and made the lover of the new femme de chambre a professional burglar, who bursts into the house with his band, slaughters black Sambo at the feet of his master, and carries off Amelia in her night-dress, not to be let loose again till the third volume, we should easily have constructed a tale of thrilling interest, through the fiery chapters of which the reader should hurry, panting.But my readers must hope for no such romance, only a homely story, and must be content with a chapter about Vauxhall, which is so short that it scarce deserves to be called a chapter at all.And yet it is a chapter, and a very important one too.Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?
Let us then step into the coach with the Russell Square party, and be off to the Gardens.There is barely room between Jos and Miss Sharp, who are on the front seat.Mr.
Osborne sitting bodkin opposite, between Captain Dobbin and Amelia.
Every soul in the coach agreed that on that night Jos would propose to make Rebecca Sharp Mrs.Sedley.The parents at home had acquiesced in the arrangement, though, between ourselves, old Mr.Sedley had a feeling very much akin to contempt for his son.He said he was vain, selfish, lazy, and effeminate.He could not endure his airs as a man of fashion, and laughed heartily at his pompous braggadocio stories."I shall leave the fellow half my property," he said; "and he will have, besides, plenty of his own; but as I am perfectly sure that if you, and I, and his sister were to die to-morrow, he would say 'Good Gad!' and eat his dinner just as well as usual, I am not going to make myself anxious about him.Let him marry whom he likes.It's no affair of mine."Amelia, on the other hand, as became a young woman of her prudence and temperament, was quite enthusiastic for the match.Once or twice Jos had been on the point of saying something very important to her, to which she was most willing to lend an ear, but the fat fellow could not be brought to unbosom himself of his great secret, and very much to his sister's disappointment he only rid himself of a large sigh and turned away.
This mystery served to keep Amelia's gentle bosom in a perpetual flutter of excitement.If she did not speak with Rebecca on the tender subject, she compensated herself with long and intimate conversations with Mrs.Blenkinsop, the housekeeper, who dropped some hints to the lady's-maid, who may have cursorily mentioned the matter to the cook, who carried the news, I have no doubt, to all the tradesmen, so that Mr.Jos's marriage was now talked of by a very considerable number of persons in the Russell Square world.
It was, of course, Mrs.Sedley's opinion that her son would demean himself by a marriage with an artist's daughter."But, lor', Ma'am," ejaculated Mrs.Blenkinsop, "we was only grocers when we married Mr.S., who was a stock-broker's clerk, and we hadn't five hundred pounds among us, and we're rich enough now." And Amelia was entirely of this opinion, to which, gradually, the good-natured Mrs.Sedley was brought.
Mr.Sedley was neutral."Let Jos marry whom he likes,"he said; "it's no affair of mine.This girl has no fortune;no more had Mrs.Sedley.She seems good-humoured and clever, and will keep him in order, perhaps.Better she, my dear, than a black Mrs.Sedley, and a dozen of mahogany grandchildren."So that everything seemed to smile upon Rebecca's fortunes.She took Jos's arm, as a matter of course, on going to dinner; she had sate by him on the box of his open carriage (a most tremendous "buck" he was, as he sat there, serene, in state, driving his greys), and though nobody said a word on the subject of the marriage, everybody seemed to understand it.All she wanted was the proposal, and ah! how Rebecca now felt the want of a mother!--a dear, tender mother, who would have managed the business in ten minutes, and, in the course of a little delicate confidential conversation, would have extracted the interesting avowal from the bashful lips of the young man!
Such was the state of affairs as the carriage crossed Westminster bridge.
The party was landed at the Royal Gardens in due time.
