Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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VANITY FAIR 25 Dobbin assumed a jovial air, trying to hide his own feelings, which were greatly touched at the thought of the distress his news must bring. So he rattled on, amusing the company with accounts of the army in Belgium, where nothing but fetes and gayety was going on. "How you would grace the King's court at Ghent, or the great military balls at Brussels," he said to Amelia. juggled away, and it was agreed that the women should accompany their husbands. When our travelers arrived at Brussels, they found themselves in one of the gayest and most brilliant little capitals in all Europe, and for a fortnight Amelia was as pleased and happy as any little bride could be. Then, little by little, her spirits fell. Her husband had plainly tired THE BALL ON THE EVE BEFORE WATERLOO ' ' Ghent ! Brussels ! ' ' cried Amelia, with sudden understanding, a look of terror coming over her pretty face. "Oh, is the regiment ordered away, George?" "Dont be afraid, dear," said George, soothingly. "It is only a twelve hours' passage. You shall go, too." "I intend to go," said Becky, laughing. " I 'm on the staff. ' ' Thus the bitterness of parting was of her society, and grown more fond of Becky Sharp's. Becky would take no notice of her friend's coolness, and. as Amelia did not plague her husband with her jealousy, but merely pined over it in secret, he fancied that she was not suspicious of what all his acquaintances knew — that he was carrying on a desperate flirtation with his wife's best friend. There never was, since the days of Darius, such a brilliant train of camp