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Our young bride and bridegroom had chosen Brighton as the place where they would pass the first few days after their marriage. As they were coming into the hotel from a sea-side walk one afternoon, on whom should they light but Rebecca and her husband. The recognition was immediate. Rebecca flew into the arms of her dearest friend. Crawley and Osborne shook hands together cordially enough.
These two young couples had plenty of tales to relate to each other. The marriages of either were discussed; and their prospects in life canvassed with the greatest frankness and interest on both sides. George’s marriage was to be made known to his father by his friend Captain Dobbin; and young Osborne trembled rather for the result of that communication. Miss Crawley, on whom all Rawdon’s hopes depended, still held out. Unable to make an entry into her house in Park Lane, her affectionate nephew and niece had followed her to Brighton.
The two wedding parties met constantly in each other’s apartments. After two or three nights the gentlemen of an evening had a little piquet, as their wives sate and chatted apart. Jos Sedley arrived; so the three gentlemen walked down to have a stroll to the coach office.
“Hullo! there’s old Dobbin,” George cried, quite delighted to his old friend, whose promised visit to Brighton had been delayed until now. “How are you, old fellow? Glad you’re come down. Emmy’ll be delighted to see you,” Osborne said, shaking his comrade warmly by the hand and then he added, in a lower and agitated voice, “What’s the news? Have you been in Russell Square? What does the governor say? Tell me everything.”
Dobbin looked very pale and grave. “I’ve seen your father,” said he. “How’s Amelia – Mrs. George? I’ll tell you all the news presently: but I’ve brought the great news of al and that is – ”
“Out with it, old fellow,” George said.
"We're ordered to Belgium. All the army goes – guards and all. We embark from Chatham next week." This news of war could not but come with a shock upon our lovers, and caused all these gentlemen to look very serious.
Dobbin was sent to the Osborne family to sound the news of the marriage. He came after some time but didn’t bring any good news. When George and Dobbin were alone, Dobbin took from his desk the letter which he had been charged by Mr. Osborne to deliver to his son. "It's not in my father's handwriting," said George, looking rather alarmed; nor was it: the letter was from Mr. Osborne's lawyer, and to the following effect:
“SIR,
I am commissioned by Mr. Osborne to inform you, and that in consequence of the marriage which you have been pleased to contract, he ceases to consider you as a member of his family. This determination is final.”
“Your obedient Servt., “S. HIGGS.
“P. S. – Mr. Osborne desires me to say, once for all, that he declines to receive any messages, letters, or communications from you on this or any other subject.
“A pretty way you have managed the affair,” said George, looking savagely at William Dobbin. “Why couldn’t we have waited with the marriage? It was all your doing. You were never easy until you had got me married and ruined.”
“There’s no denying that the position is a hard one,” Dobbin replied, after reading over the letter with a blank countenance; “and as you say, it is partly of my making. There are some men who wouldn’t mind changing with you,” he added, with a bitter smile.
The news from the attorney and upcoming Belgium astonished Amelia. She was determined to accompany her husband. So was Becky. Rawdon and she were only held in Brighton by the news of Old Miss Crawley’s poor condition. After numerous attempts to have a talk which could provide their future life Becky and Rawdon left Brighton just like their friends. Rawdon and his wife did not go back to their lodgings at Brompton, but put up at an inn. All of their dear friends were all off to take shipping for Belgium with the regiment – kind old Mrs. Sedley very much depressed and tearful, solitary. Returning from this visit, Rebecca found her husband, who had been off to Gray’s Inn, and learnt his fate. He came back furious.
“Becky,” says he, “she’s only given me twenty pound!”
Though it told against themselves, the joke was too good, and Becky burst out laughing at Rawdon’s discomfiture.
