"You are right; you always are," Dobbin answered. Brussels, Waterloo, old, old times, griefs, pangs, remembrances, rushed back into Amelia's gentle heart and caused a cruel agitation there.
"Don't let me see her," Emmy continued. "I couldn't see her."
"I told you so," Dobbin said to Jos.
"She is very unhappy, and--and that sort of thing," Jos urged. "She is very poor and unprotected, and has been ill--exceedingly ill--and that scoundrel of a husband has deserted her."
"Ah!" said Amelia.

"You are right," Dobbin answered. Brussels, Waterloo, old griefs and memories rushed back into Amelia's gentle heart.
"Don't let me see her," she said. "I couldn't see her."
"I told you so," Dobbin said to Jos.
"She is very unhappy, and - and that sort of thing," Jos urged. "She is poor and unprotected, and has been ill - and that scoundrel of a husband has deserted her."
"Ah!" said Amelia.
