If he had had the courage, Joseph Sedley’s bachelorhood would have been at an end.  He did not lie awake all night thinking whether or not he was in love with Miss Sharp; the passion of love never interfered with the appetite or the slumber of Mr. Joseph Sedley; but he thought to himself how delightful it would be to hear such songs as Miss Sharp could sing in India—­what a distinguee girl she was—­how she could speak French better than the governor-general’s lady herself—­and what a sensation she would make at the Calcutta balls.  “It’s evident the poor devil’s in love with me” thought he.  “She is just as rich as most of the girls who come out to India.  I might go further and fare worse, egad!”

Then came an evening at Vauxhall, on which occasion Dobbin, George Osborne, and Joseph Sedley escorted Amelia and Rebecca, and the Indian civilian got hopelessly tipsy on a bowl of rack punch.  The next morning, which Rebecca thought was to dawn upon her fortune, found Sedley groaning in agonies, soothing the fever of his previous night’s potation with small beer—­for soda water was not invented yet.  George Osborne, calling upon him, so frightened the unhappy Joseph with stories of his overnight performance, that instead of proposing marriage Joseph Sedley hastened away to Cheltenham that day, sending a note to Amelia praying her to excuse him to Miss Sharp for his conduct.

It was now clear to every soul in the house, except poor Amelia, that Rebecca should take her departure, and accordingly she set out for the residence of Sir Pitt Crawley, Baronet, of Queen’s Crawley, Hants.  Sir Pitt had two sons by his first wife, Pitt and Rawdon; and by his second wife, two daughters,—­for whose benefit Miss Rebecca Sharp was now engaged as governess.  It will be seen that the young lady was come into a family of very genteel connections, and was about to move in a much more distinguished circle than the one she had just quitted in Russell Square.

II.—­Two Marriages

Before Rebecca had been a year at Queen’s Crawley she had quite won the Baronet’s confidence.  She was almost mistress of the house when Mr. Crawley was absent, but conducted herself in her new and exalted situation with such circumspection and modesty as not to offend the authorities of the kitchen and stable.

The elder and younger son of the house of Crawley hated each other cordially, and Rawdon Crawley, who was in the heavy dragoons, seldom came to the place except when Miss Crawley paid her annual visit.  The great good quality of this old lady was that she possessed seventy thousand pounds, and had almost adopted Rawdon.

Both Miss Crawley and Rawdon were charmed with Rebecca, and on Lady Crawley’s death Sir Pitt said to his children’s governess, “I can’t get on without you.  Come and be my wife.  You’re as good a lady as ever I see.  Say yes, Becky.  I’m good for twenty years.  I’ll make you happy, see if I don’t.”