Becky watched her marching off, with a smile on her lip. She had the keenest sense of humour, and the Parthian look which the retreating Mrs. O'Dowd flung over her shoulder almost upset Mrs. Crawley's gravity. "My service to ye, me fine Madam, and I'm glad to see ye so cheerful," thought Peggy. "It's not YOU that will cry your eyes out with grief, anyway." And with this she passed on, and speedily found her way to Mrs. Osborne's lodgings.
The poor soul was still at the bedside, where Rebecca had left her, and stood almost crazy with grief. The Major's wife, a stronger-minded woman, endeavoured her best to comfort her young friend. "You must bear up, Amelia, dear," she said kindly, "for he mustn't find you ill when he sends for you after the victory. It's not you are the only woman that are in the hands of God this day."

Becky watched her go with a smile.
"I'm glad to see ye so cheerful," thought Peggy. "It's not you that will cry your eyes out." And with this she hastened to Mrs. Osborne's lodgings, where she found Amelia almost crazy with grief.
"You must bear up, Amelia, dear," the Major's wife said kindly, "for he mustn't find you ill when he sends for you after the victory. You're not the only woman in the hands of God this day."
