Three days afterwards, Dobbin found Osborne in his room at the barracks--his head on the table, a number of papers about, the young Captain evidently in a state of great despondency. "She--she's sent me back some things I gave her--some damned trinkets. Look here!" There was a little packet directed in the well-known hand to Captain George Osborne, and some things lying about--a ring, a silver knife he had bought, as a boy, for her at a fair; a gold chain, and a locket with hair in it. "It's all over," said he, with a groan of sickening remorse. "Look, Will, you may read it if you like."

Three days afterwards, Dobbin found Osborne in his room at the barracks - his head on the table, a number of papers about, and the young Captain greatly despondent.
"She sent me back some trinkets I gave her. Look here!" There was a little packet with a letter. "It's all over," said he, with a groan. "You may read it if you like."
