CHAPTER XVI.
The Letter on the Pincushion How they were married is not of the slightest consequence to anybody.
What is to hinder a Captain who is a major, and a young lady who is of age, from purchasing a licence, and uniting themselves at any church in this town?
Who needs to be told, that if a woman has a will she will assuredly find a way ?--My belief is that one day, when Miss Sharp had gone to pass the forenoon with her dear friend Miss Amelia Sedley in Russell Square, a lady very like her might have been seen entering a church in the City, in company with a gentleman with dyed mustachios, who, after a quarter of an hour's interval, escorted her back to the hackney-coach in waiting, and that this was a quiet bridal party.
And who on earth, after the daily experience we have, can question the probability of a gentleman marrying anybody?
How many of the wise and learned have married their cooks?
Did not Lord Eldon himself, the most prudent of men, make a runaway match?
Were not Achilles and Ajax both in love with their servant maids?
And are we to expect a heavy dragoon with strong desires and small brains, who had never controlled a passion in his life, to become prudent all of a sudden, and to refuse to pay any price for an indulgence to which he had a mind?
If people only made prudent marriages, what a stop to population there would be! It seems to me, for my part, that Mr.Rawdon's marriage was one of the honestest actions which we shall have to record in any portion of that gentleman's biography which has to do with the present history.

No one will say it is unmanly to be captivated by a woman, or, being captivated, to marry her; and the admiration, the delight, the passion, the wonder, the unbounded confidence, and frantic adoration with which, by degrees, this big warrior got to regard the little Rebecca, were feelings which the ladies at least will pronounce were not altogether discreditable to him.

When she sang, every note thrilled in his dull soul, and tingled through his huge frame.

When she spoke, he brought all the force of his brains to listen and wonder.

If she was jocular, he used to revolve her jokes in his mind, and explode over them half an hour afterwards in the street, to the surprise of the groom in the tilbury by his side, or the comrade riding with him in Rotten Row.