Vanity fair (1900) (14761495851)

Identifier: vanityfair01thac (find matches)
Title: Vanity fair
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Thackeray, William Makepeace, 1811-1863 Fiske, Minnie Maddern, Mrs., 1865- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815 British Female friendship Social classes Married women
Publisher: New York and Boston, H. M. Caldwell company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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ent straight to bed now ; but although she did notsleep, and although the din and clatter, and the galloping ofhorsemen,was incessant, she never heard any of these noises,having quite other disturbances to keep her awake. Osborne meanwhile, wild with elation, went off to a play-table, and began to bet frantically. He won repeatedly.Everything succeeds with me to-night, he said. But hisluck at play even did not cure him of his restlessness, and hestarted up after awhile, pocketing his winnings, and-went toa buffet, where he drank off many bumpers of wine. Here, as he was rattling away to the people around, laugh-ing loudly and wild with spirits, Dobbin found him. He hadbeen to the card-tables to look there for his friend. Dobbinlooked as pale and grave as his comrade was flushed and jovial. Hullo, Dob ! Come and drink, old Dob ! The dukeswine is famous. Give me some more, you sir; and he heldout a trembling glass for the liquor. Come out, George, said Dobbin, still gravely; .dontdrink.
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BRUSSELS. 3^7 Drink ! theres nothing like it. Drink yourself, and lightup your lantern-jaws, old boy. Heres to you. Dobbin went up and whispered something to him, at whichGeorge, giving a start and a wild hurray, tossed off his glass,clapped it on the table, and walked away speedily on hisfriends arm. The enemy has passed theSambre, Williamsaid, and our left is already engaged. Come away. Weare to march in three hours. Away went George, his nerves quivering with excitement atthe news so long looked for, so sudden when it came. Whatwere love and intrigue ? Rethought about a thousand thingsbut these in his rapid walk to his quarters—his past life andfuture chances—the fate which might be before him—the wife,the child perhaps, from whom unseen he might be about topart. Oh, how he wished that nights work undone ! and thatwith a clear conscience at least he might say farewell to thetender and guileless being by whose love he had set such lit-tle store ! He thought over his brief marr