"Ghent! Brussels!" cried out Amelia with a sudden shock and start. "Is the regiment ordered away,George—is it ordered away?" A look of terror came over the sweet smiling face, and she clung to George as by an instinct.
"Don't be afraid, dear," he said good-naturedly; "it is but a twelve hours' passage. It won't hurt you. You shall go, too, Emmy."
"I intend to go," said Becky. "I'm on the staff. General Tufto is a great flirt of mine. Isn't he, Rawdon?"Rawdon laughed out with his usual roar. William Dobbin flushed up quite red. "She can't go," he said;"think of the—of the danger," he was going to add; but had not all his conversation during dinner-time tended to prove there was none? He became very confused and silent.