At this time Rosey was in a pupillary state. A good, obedient little
girl, her duty was to obey the wishes of her dear mamma. How show her
sense of virtue and obedience better than by promptly and cheerfully
obeying mamma, and at the orders of that experienced Campaigner, giving
up Bobby Hoby, and going to England to a fine house, to be presented at
Court, to have all sorts of pleasure with a handsome young husband and a
kind father-in-law by her side? No wonder Rosey was not in a very active
state of grief at parting from Uncle James. He strove to console himself
with these considerations when he had returned to the empty house, where
she had danced, and smiled, and warbled; and he looked at the chair she
sat in; and at the great mirror which had so often reflected her fresh
pretty face;--the great callous mirror, which now only framed upon its
shining sheet the turban, and the ringlets, and the plump person, and the
resolute smile of the old Campaigner.
After that parting with her uncle at the Brussels railway, Rosey never
again beheld him.
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