“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？