A Marriage and Part of a HoneymoonEnemies the most obstinate and courageous can't hold out against starvation; so the elder Osborne felt himself pretty easy about his adversary in the encounter we have just described; and as soon as George's supplies fell short, confidently expected his unconditional submission.
It was unlucky, to be sure, that the lad should have secured a stock of provisions on the very day when the first encounter took place; but this relief was only temporary, old Osborne thought, and would but delay George's surrender.No communication passed between father and son for some days.The former was sulky at this silence, but not disquieted; for, as he said, he knew where he could put the screw upon George, and only waited the result of that operation.He told the sisters the upshot of the dispute between them, but ordered them to take no notice of the matter, and welcome George on his return as if nothing had happened.His cover was laid as usual every day, and perhaps the old gentleman rather anxiously expected him; but he never came.Some one inquired at the Slaughters' regarding him, where it was said that he and his friend Captain Dobbin had left town.
One gusty, raw day at the end of April--the rain whipping the pavement of that ancient street where the old Slaughters' Coffee-house was once situated--George Osborne came into the coffee-room, looking very haggard and pale; although dressed rather smartly in a blue coat and brass buttons, and a neat buff waistcoat of the fashion of those days.Here was his friend Captain Dobbin, in blue and brass too, having abandoned the military frock and French-grey trousers, which were the usual coverings of his lanky person.
Dobbin had been in the coffee-room for an hour or more.He had tried all the papers, but could not read them.He had looked at the clock many scores of times;and at the street, where the rain was pattering down, and the people as they clinked by in pattens, left long reflections on the shining stone: he tattooed at the table:
he bit his nails most completely, and nearly to the quick (he was accustomed to ornament his great big hands in this way): he balanced the tea-spoon dexterously on the milk jug: upset it, &c., &c.; and in fact showed those signs of disquietude, and practised those desperate attempts at amusement, which men are accustomed to employ when very anxious, and expectant, and perturbed in mind.
Some of his comrades, gentlemen who used the room, joked him about the splendour of his costume and his agitation of manner.One asked him if he was going to be married? Dobbin laughed, and said he would send his acquaintance (Major Wagstaff of the Engineers) a piece of cake when that event took place.At length Captain Osborne made his appearance, very smartly dressed, but very pale and agitated as we have said.He wiped his pale face with a large yellow bandanna pocket-handkerchief that was prodigiously scented.He shook hands with Dobbin, looked at the clock, and told John, the waiter, to bring him some curacao.Of this cordial he swallowed off a couple of glasses with nervous eagerness.
His friend asked with some interest about his health.
"Couldn't get a wink of sleep till daylight, Dob," said he."Infernal headache and fever.Got up at nine, and went down to the Hummums for a bath.I say, Dob, I feel just as I did on the morning I went out with Rocket at Quebec.""So do I," William responded."I was a deuced deal more nervous than you were that morning.You made a famous breakfast, I remember.Eat something now.""You're a good old fellow, Will.I'll drink your health, old boy, and farewell to--""No, no; two glasses are enough," Dobbin interrupted him."Here, take away the liqueurs, John.Have some cayenne-pepper with your fowl.Make haste though, for it is time we were there."It was about half an hour from twelve when this brief meeting and colloquy took place between the two captains.A coach, into which Captain Osborne's servant put his master's desk and dressing-case, had been in waiting for some time; and into this the two gentlemen hurried under an umbrella, and the valet mounted on the box, cursing the rain and the dampness of the coachman who was steaming beside him."We shall find a better trap than this at the church-door," says he; "that's a comfort." And the carriage drove on, taking the road down Piccadilly, where Apsley House and St.George's Hospital wore red jackets still; where there were oil-lamps; where Achilles was not yet born; nor the Pimlico arch raised; nor the hideous equestrian monster which pervades it and the neighbourhood; and so they drove down by Brompton to a certain chapel near the Fulham Road there.
A chariot was in waiting with four horses; likewise a coach of the kind called glass coaches.Only a very few idlers were collected on account of the dismal rain.
"Hang it!" said George, "I said only a pair.""My master would have four," said Mr.Joseph Sedley's servant, who was in waiting; and he and Mr.Osborne's man agreed as they followed George and William into the church, that it was a "reg'lar shabby turn hout; and with scarce so much as a breakfast or a wedding faviour.""Here you are," said our old friend, Jos Sedley, coming forward."You're five minutes late, George, my boy.
What a day, eh? Demmy, it's like the commencement of the rainy season in Bengal.But you'll find my carriage is watertight.Come along, my mother and Emmy are in the vestry."Jos Sedley was splendid.He was fatter than ever.His shirt collars were higher; his face was redder; his shirt-frill flaunted gorgeously out of his variegated waistcoat.
Varnished boots were not invented as yet; but the Hessians on his beautiful legs shone so, that they must have been the identical pair in which the gentleman in the old picture used to shave himself; and on his light green coat there bloomed a fine wedding favour, like a great white spreading magnolia.
