The following edited passage is an
excerpt from Vanity Fair by William
Makepeace Thackeray on Joe Sedley’s
attempt to court Rebecca.
Poor Joe’s panic lasted for two or three
days; during which he did not visit the
house, nor during that period did Miss
Rebecca ever mention his name. She
5 was all respectful gratitude to Mrs.
Sedley; delighted beyond measure at the
Bazaars; and in a whirl of wonder at the
theatre, whither the good-natured lady
took her. One day, Amelia had a
10 headache, and could not go upon some
social gathering to which the two young
people were invited: nothing could
induce her friend to go without her.
“What! You who have shown the poor
15 orphan what happiness and love are for
the first time in her life—quit YOU?
Never!” and the green eyes looked up to
Heaven and filled with tears; and Mrs.
Sedley could not but own that her
20 daughter’s friend had a charming kind
heart of her own.
As for Mr. Sedley’s jokes, Rebecca
laughed at them with a cordiality and
perseverance which not a little pleased
25 and softened that good-natured
gentleman. Nor was it with the chiefs of
the family alone that Miss Sharp found
favour. She interested Mrs. Blenkinsop
by evincing the deepest sympathy in the
30 raspberry-jam preserving, which
operation was then going on in the
Housekeeper’s room; she persisted in
calling Sambo “Sir,” and “Mr. Sambo,”
to the delight of that attendant; and she
35 apologised to the lady’s maid for giving
her trouble in venturing to ring the bell,
with such sweetness and humility, that
the Servants’ Hall was almost as
charmed with her as the Drawing Room.
40 Once, in looking over some drawings
which Amelia had sent from school,
Rebecca suddenly came upon one which
caused her to burst into tears and leave
the room. It was on the day when Joe
45 Sedley made his second appearance.
Amelia hastened after her friend to
know the cause of this display of
feeling, and the good-natured girl came
back without her companion, rather
50 affected too. “You know, her father was
our drawing-master, Mamma, at
Chiswick, and used to do all the best
parts of our drawings.”
“My love! I’m sure I always heard Miss
55 Pinkerton say that he did not touch
them—he only mounted them.” “It was
called mounting, Mamma. Rebecca
remembers the drawing, and her father
working at it, and the thought of it came
60 upon her rather suddenly—and so, you
know, she—”
“The poor child is all heart,” said Mrs.
Sedley.
“I wish she could stay with us another
65 week,” said Amelia.
“She’s devilish like Miss Cutler that I
used to meet at Dumdum, only fairer.
She’s married now to Lance, the
Artillery Surgeon. Do you know,
70 Ma’am, that once Quintin, of the 14th,
bet me—”
“O Joseph, we know that story,” said
Amelia, laughing. “Never mind about
telling that; but persuade Mamma to
75 write to Sir Something Crawley for
leave of absence for poor dear Rebecca:
here she comes, her eyes red with
weeping.”
I’m better, now,” said the girl, with the
80 sweetest smile possible, taking good-
natured Mrs. Sedley’s extended hand
and kissing it respectfully. “How kind
you all are to me! All,” she added, with
a laugh, “except you, Mr. Joseph.”
85 “Me!” said Joseph, meditating an instant
departure. “Gracious Heavens! Good
Gad! Miss Sharp!”
“Yes; how could you be so cruel as to
make me eat that horrid pepper-dish at
90 dinner, the first day I ever saw you?
You are not so good to me as dear
Amelia.”
“He doesn’t know you so well,” cried
Amelia.
95 “I defy anybody not to be good to you,
my dear,” said her mother.
“The curry was capital; indeed it was,”
said Joe, quite gravely. “Perhaps there
was NOT enough citron juice in it—no,
100 there was NOT.”
“And the chilis?”
“By Jove, how they made you cry out!”
said Joe, caught by the ridicule of the
circumstance, and exploding in a fit of
105 laughter which ended quite suddenly, as
usual.
“I shall take care how I let YOU choose
for me another time,” said Rebecca, as
they went down again to dinner. “I
110 didn’t think men were fond of putting
poor harmless girls to pain.”
“By Gad, Miss Rebecca, I wouldn’t hurt
you for the world.”
“No,” said she, “I KNOW you
115 wouldn’t”; and then she gave him ever
so gentle a pressure with her little hand,
and drew it back quite frightened, and
looked first for one instant in his face,
and then down at the carpet-rods; and I
120 am not prepared to say that Joe’s heart
did not thump at this little involuntary,
timid, gentle motion of regard on the
part of the simple girl.