Jos was, if not seriously alarmed as yet, at least considerably disturbed in mind. "Give me my coat and cap, sir," said he, "and follow me. I will go myself and learn the truth of these reports." Isidor was furious as Jos put on the braided frock. "Milor had better not wear that military coat," said he; "the Frenchmen have sworn not to give quarter to a single British soldier."
"Silence, sirrah!" said Jos, with a resolute countenance still, and thrust his arm into the sleeve with indomitable resolution, in the performance of which heroic act he was found by Mrs. Rawdon Crawley, who at this juncture came up to visit Amelia, and entered without ringing at the antechamber door.
Rebecca was dressed very neatly and smartly, as usual: her quiet sleep after Rawdon's departure had refreshed her, and her pink smiling cheeks were quite pleasant to look at, in a town and on a day when everybody else's countenance wore the appearance of the deepest anxiety and gloom. She laughed at the attitude in which Jos was discovered, and the struggles and convulsions with which the stout gentleman thrust himself into the braided coat.

Jos, if not seriously alarmed, was at least considerably disturbed.
"Give me my coat, sir," said he, "and follow me. I will go myself and learn the truth of these reports."
Isidor was furious as Jos put on the braided frock.
"Milor had better not wear that military coat," said he; "the Frenchmen have sworn not to show mercy to a single British soldier."
"Silence, sirrah!" said Jos resolutely, just as Mrs. Rawdon Crawley entered without ringing. She had come to visit Amelia.
Rebecca was dressed very neatly, as usual: and her pink smiling cheeks were pleasant to look at on a day when everybody else's face wore anxiety and gloom. She laughed at Jos's struggles to thrust himself into the coat.
