“It’sapityFrederickBullockhadn’tsomeofhismodesty，Maria。”repliestheeldersister，withatossofhehead。

　　“Modesty！Awkwardnessyoumean，Jane。Idon’twantFredericktotrampleaholeinmymuslinfrock，asCaptainDobbindidinyoursatMrs。Perkins’。”

　　“InYOURfrock，he，he！Howcouldhe？Wasn’thedancingwithAmelia？”

　　Thefactis，whenCaptainDobbinblushedso，andlookedsoawkward，herememberedacircumstanceofwhichhedidnotthinkitwasnecessarytoinformtheyoungladies，viz。，thathehadbeencallingatMr。Sedley’shousealready，onthepretenceofseeingGeorge，ofcourse，andGeorgewasn’tthere，onlypoorlittleAmelia，withratherasadwistfulface，seatednearthedrawing-

　　roomwindow，who，aftersomeverytriflingstupidtalk，venturedtoask，wasthereanytruthinthereportthattheregimentwassoontobeorderedabroad；andhadCaptainDobbinseenMr。Osbornethatday？

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