Then the pair shook hands, and after that the Major would often come and dine at the gloomy old house in Russell Square.  He tried to soften the old man and reconcile him towards his son’s memory, and more than once Mr. Osborne asked him about Mrs. George Osborne.  A reconciliation was announced as speedy and inevitable, when one morning old Osborne was found lying at the foot of his dressing-table in a fit.  He never could speak again and in four days he died.

When the will was opened, it was seen that half the property was left to his grandson, George, and the remainder to two married daughters.  An annuity of L500 was left to “the widow of my beloved son, George Osborne,” who was to resume the guardianship of the boy, and “Major William Dobbin, my beloved son’s friend,” was appointed executor.

That summer Major Dobbin and Joseph Sedley escorted the widow and her boy to the Continent and at Pumpernickel, in a happy valley in Germany, Joseph renewed acquaintance with Mrs. Rawdon Crawley, and after a long and confidential talk was convinced that Becky was the most virtuous as she was one of the most fascinating of women.  Amelia was won over at the tale of Becky’s sufferings, but Major Dobbin was obdurate.  Amelia declined to give up Becky, and Major Dobbin said “good-bye.”

Amelia didn’t wish to marry him, but she wished to keep him, and his departure left her broken and cast down.  Becky bore Dobbin no rancour for the part he had taken against her.  It was an open move; she was in the game and played fairly.  She even admired him, and now that she was in comfortable quarters, made no scruple of declaring her admiration for the high-minded gentleman, and of telling Emmy that she had behaved most cruelly regarding him.

From Pumpernickel Joseph and Amelia were persuaded to go to Ostend, and here, while Becky was cut by scores of people, two ruffians, Major Loder and Captain Rook, easily got an introduction to Mr. Joseph Sedley’s hospitable board.

Rebecca, to do her justice, never would let either of these men remain alone with Amelia.

“Listen to me, Amelia,” said Becky that same night; “you must go away from here.  You are no more fit to live in the world than a baby in arms.  You must marry or you and your precious boy will go to ruin.  You must have a husband, you fool; and one of the best gentlemen I ever saw has offered you an hundred times, and you have ejected him, you silly, heartless, ungrateful little creature!”

“I—­I wrote to him this morning,” Emmy said, blushing exceedingly.

Only George and his uncle were present at the marriage ceremony.  Colonel Dobbin quitted the service immediately after his marriage, and rented a pretty little place in Hampshire, not far from Queen’s Crawley.

His excellency Colonel Rawdon Crawley died of yellow fever at Coventry Island, six weeks before the death of his brother Sir Pitt, who had succeeded to the title.