Young unmarried girls always do, if they are in a house together for ten days.

As if bent upon advancing Rebecca's plans in every way – what must Amelia do, but remind her brother of a promise made last Easter holidays – »when I was a girl at school,« said she, laughing – a promise that he, Joseph, would take her to Vauxhall. »Now,« she said, »that Rebecca is with us, will be the very time.«

»Oh, delightful!« said Rebecca, going to clap her hands; but she recollected herself, and paused, like a modest creature, as she was.

»To-night is not the night,« said Joe.

»Well, to-morrow.«

»To-morrow your Papa and I dine out,« said Mrs. Sedley.

»You don't suppose that I'm going, Mrs. Sed.?« said her husband, »and that a woman of your years and size is to catch cold, in such an abominable damp place?«

»The children must have some one with them,« cried Mrs. Sedley.

»Let Joe go,« said his father, laughing. »He's big enough.« At which speech even Mr. Sambo at the sideboard burst out laughing, and poor fat Joe felt inclined to become a parricide almost.

»Undo his stays!« continued the pitiless old gentleman. »Fling some water in his face, Miss Sharp, or carry him upstairs: the dear creature's fainting. Poor victim! carry him up; he's as light as a feather!«

»If I stand this, sir, I'm d––!« roared Joseph.

»Order Mr. Jos's elephant, Sambo!« cried the father. »Send to Exeter 'Change, Sambo;« but seeing Jos ready almost to cry with vexation, the old joker stopped his laughter, and said, holding out his hand to his son, »It's all fair on the Stock Exchange, Jos, – and, Sambo, never mind the elephant, but give me and Mr. Jos a glass of champagne. Boney himself hasn't got such in his cellar, my boy!«

A goblet of champagne restored Joseph's equanimity, and before the bottle was emptied, of which as an invalid he took two-thirds, he had agreed to take the young ladies to Vauxhall.

»The girls must have a gentleman apiece,« said the old gentleman. »Jos will be sure to leave Emmy in the crowd, he will be so taken up with Miss Sharp here. Send to 96, and ask George Osborne if he'll come.«

At this, I don't know in the least for what reason, Mrs. Sedley looked at her husband and laughed. Mr. Sedley's eyes twinkled in a manner indescribably roguish, and he looked at Amelia; and Amelia, hanging down her head, blushed as only young ladies of seventeen know how to blush, and as Miss Rebecca Sharp never blushed in her life – at least not since she was eight years old, and when she was caught stealing jam out of a cupboard by her godmother. »Amelia had better write a note,« said her father; »and let George Osborne see what a beautiful handwriting we have brought back from Miss Pinkerton's. Do you remember when you wrote to him to come on Twelfth-night, Emmy, and spelt twelfth without the f?«

»That was years ago,« said Amelia.

»It seems like yesterday, don't it, John?« said Mrs. Sedley to her husband; and that night in a conversation which took place in a front room in the second-floor, in a sort of tent, hung round with chintz of a rich and fantastic India pattern, and doublé with calico of a tender rose-colour; in the interior of which species of marquee was a feather-bed, on which were two pillows, on which were two round red faces, one in a laced nightcap, and one in a simple cotton one, ending in a tassel: – in a curtain lecture, I say, Mrs. Sedley took her husband to task for his cruel conduct to poor Joe.

»It was quite wicked of you, Mr. Sedley,« said she, »to torment the poor boy so.«

»My dear,« said the cotton tassel in defence of his conduct, »Jos is a great deal vainer than you ever were in your life, and that's saying a good deal. Though, some thirty years ago, in the year seventeen hundred and eighty – what was it? – perhaps you had a right to be vain. I don't say no. But I've no patience with Jos and his dandified modesty. It is out-Josephing Joseph, my dear, and all the while the boy is only thinking of himself, and what a fine fellow he is. I doubt, Ma'am, we shall have some trouble with him yet. Here is Emmy's little friend making love to him as hard as she can – that's quite clear; and if she does not catch him some other will. That man is destined to be a prey to women, as I am to go on 'Change every day.