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Persuasion by Jane Austen (1818)

Chapter 1

Sir Walter Elliotof Kellynch Hallin Somersetshirewas a man who
for his own amusementnever took up any book but the Baronetage;
there he found occupation for an idle hourand consolation in a
distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and
respectby contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents;
there any unwelcome sensationsarising from domestic affairs
changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over
the almost endless creations of the last century; and there
if every other leaf were powerlesshe could read his own history
with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which
the favourite volume always opened:


Walter Elliotborn March 11760marriedJuly 151784Elizabeth
daughter of James StevensonEsq. of South Parkin the county of
Gloucesterby which lady (who died 1800) he has issue Elizabeth
born June 11785; Anneborn August 91787; a still-born son
November 51789; Maryborn November 201791."

Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer's hands;
but Sir Walter had improved it by addingfor the information of
himself and his familythese wordsafter the date of Mary's birth--
Married, December 16, 1810, Charles, son and heir of Charles
Musgrove, Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset,
and by inserting most accurately the day of the month on which
he had lost his wife.

Then followed the history and rise of the ancient and respectable family
in the usual terms; how it had been first settled in Cheshire;
how mentioned in Dugdaleserving the office of high sheriff
representing a borough in three successive parliaments
exertions of loyaltyand dignity of baronetin the first year
of Charles IIwith all the Marys and Elizabeths they had married;
forming altogether two handsome duodecimo pagesand concluding with
the arms and motto:--"Principal seatKellynch Hallin the county
of Somerset and Sir Walter's handwriting again in this finale:--

Heir presumptiveWilliam Walter ElliotEsq.great grandson of
the second Sir Walter."

Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot's character;
vanity of person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome
in his youth; andat fifty-fourwas still a very fine man.
Few women could think more of their personal appearance than he did
nor could the valet of any new made lord be more delighted with
the place he held in society. He considered the blessing of beauty
as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot
who united these giftswas the constant object of his warmest respect
and devotion.

His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment;
since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character
to any thing deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman
sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conductif they might be
pardoned the youthful infatuation which made her Lady Elliot
had never required indulgence afterwards.--She had humoured
or softenedor concealed his failingsand promoted his real
respectability for seventeen years; and though not the very happiest
being in the world herselfhad found enough in her dutiesher friends
and her childrento attach her to lifeand make it no matter of
indifference to her when she was called on to quit them.
--Three girlsthe two eldest sixteen and fourteenwas an awful legacy
for a mother to bequeathan awful charge ratherto confide to
the authority and guidance of a conceitedsilly father.
She hadhoweverone very intimate frienda sensibledeserving woman
who had been broughtby strong attachment to herselfto settle
close by herin the village of Kellynch; and on her kindness and advice
Lady Elliot mainly relied for the best help and maintenance of
the good principles and instruction which she had been anxiously
giving her daughters.

This friendand Sir Walterdid not marrywhatever might have been
anticipated on that head by their acquaintance. Thirteen years
had passed away since Lady Elliot's deathand they were still
near neighbours and intimate friendsand one remained a widower
the other a widow.

That Lady Russellof steady age and characterand extremely
well provided forshould have no thought of a second marriage
needs no apology to the publicwhich is rather apt to be unreasonably
discontented when a woman does marry againthan when she does not;
but Sir Walter's continuing in singleness requires explanation.
Be it known thenthat Sir Walterlike a good father(having met with
one or two private disappointments in very unreasonable applications)
prided himself on remaining single for his dear daughters' sake.
For one daughterhis eldesthe would really have given up any thing
which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had succeeded
at sixteento all that was possibleof her mother's rights
and consequence; and being very handsomeand very like himself
her influence had always been greatand they had gone on together
most happily. His two other children were of very inferior value.
Mary had acquired a little artificial importanceby becoming
Mrs Charles Musgrove; but Annewith an elegance of mind and sweetness
of characterwhich must have placed her high with any people
of real understandingwas nobody with either father or sister;
her word had no weighther convenience was always to give way--
she was only Anne.

To Lady Russellindeedshe was a most dear and highly valued
god-daughterfavouriteand friend. Lady Russell loved them all;
but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again.

A few years beforeAnne Elliot had been a very pretty girl
but her bloom had vanished early; and as even in its height
her father had found little to admire in her(so totally different
were her delicate features and mild dark eyes from his own)
there could be nothing in themnow that she was faded and thin
to excite his esteem. He had never indulged much hopehe had now none
of ever reading her name in any other page of his favourite work.
All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabethfor Mary had merely
connected herself with an old country family of respectability and
large fortuneand had therefore given all the honour and received none:
Elizabeth wouldone day or othermarry suitably.

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than
she was ten years before; andgenerally speakingif there has been
neither ill health nor anxietyit is a time of life at which scarcely any
charm is lost. It was so with Elizabethstill the same handsome
Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years agoand Sir Walter
might be excusedthereforein forgetting her ageorat least
be deemed only half a foolfor thinking himself and Elizabeth
as blooming as everamidst the wreck of the good looks of everybody else;
for he could plainly see how old all the rest of his family and
acquaintance were growing. Anne haggardMary coarseevery face
in the neighbourhood worstingand the rapid increase of the crow's foot
about Lady Russell's temples had long been a distress to him.

Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment.
Thirteen years had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hallpresiding and
directing with a self-possession and decision which could never have given
the idea of her being younger than she was. For thirteen years had
she been doing the honoursand laying down the domestic law at home
and leading the way to the chaise and fourand walking immediately after
Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the country.
Thirteen winters' revolving frosts had seen her opening every ball
of credit which a scanty neighbourhood affordedand thirteen springs
shewn their blossomsas she travelled up to London with her father
for a few weeks' annual enjoyment of the great world. She had
the remembrance of all thisshe had the consciousness of being
nine-and-twenty to give her some regrets and some apprehensions;
she was fully satisfied of being still quite as handsome as ever
but she felt her approach to the years of dangerand would have rejoiced
to be certain of being properly solicited by baronet-blood within
the next twelvemonth or two. Then might she again take up
the book of books with as much enjoyment as in her early youth
but now she liked it not. Always to be presented with the date of
her own birth and see no marriage follow but that of a youngest sister
made the book an evil; and more than oncewhen her father had left it
open on the table near herhad she closed itwith averted eyes
and pushed it away.

She had had a disappointmentmoreoverwhich that book
and especially the history of her own familymust ever present
the remembrance of. The heir presumptivethe very William Walter
ElliotEsq.whose rights had been so generously supported
by her fatherhad disappointed her.

She hadwhile a very young girlas soon as she had known him to be
in the event of her having no brotherthe future baronet
meant to marry himand her father had always meant that she should.
He had not been known to them as a boy; but soon after Lady Elliot's death
Sir Walter had sought the acquaintanceand though his overtures
had not been met with any warmthhe had persevered in seeking it
making allowance for the modest drawing-back of youth; andin one of
their spring excursions to Londonwhen Elizabeth was in her first bloom
Mr Elliot had been forced into the introduction.

He was at that time a very young manjust engaged in the study of the law;
and Elizabeth found him extremely agreeableand every plan in his favour
was confirmed. He was invited to Kellynch Hall; he was talked of
and expected all the rest of the year; but he never came.
The following spring he was seen again in townfound equally agreeable
again encouragedinvitedand expectedand again he did not come;
and the next tidings were that he was married. Instead of pushing
his fortune in the line marked out for the heir of the house of Elliot
he had purchased independence by uniting himself to a rich woman
of inferior birth.

Sir Walter has resented it. As the head of the househe felt that
he ought to have been consultedespecially after taking the young man
so publicly by the hand; "For they must have been seen together
he observed, once at Tattersall'sand twice in the lobby of
the House of Commons." His disapprobation was expressed
but apparently very little regarded. Mr Elliot had attempted no apology
and shewn himself as unsolicitous of being longer noticed by the family
as Sir Walter considered him unworthy of it: all acquaintance between
them had ceased.

This very awkward history of Mr Elliot was stillafter an interval
of several yearsfelt with anger by Elizabethwho had liked the man
for himselfand still more for being her father's heirand whose
strong family pride could see only in him a proper match for Sir Walter
Elliot's eldest daughter. There was not a baronet from A to Z whom
her feelings could have so willingly acknowledged as an equal.
Yet so miserably had he conducted himselfthat though she was
at this present time (the summer of 1814) wearing black ribbons
for his wifeshe could not admit him to be worth thinking of again.
The disgrace of his first marriage mightperhapsas there was
no reason to suppose it perpetuated by offspringhave been got over
had he not done worse; but he hadas by the accustomary intervention
of kind friendsthey had been informedspoken most disrespectfully
of them allmost slightingly and contemptuously of the very blood
he belonged toand the honours which were hereafter to be his own.
This could not be pardoned.

Such were Elizabeth Elliot's sentiments and sensations; such the cares
to alloythe agitations to varythe sameness and the elegance
the prosperity and the nothingness of her scene of life;
such the feelings to give interest to a longuneventful residence
in one country circleto fill the vacancies which there were no habits
of utility abroadno talents or accomplishments for hometo occupy.

But nowanother occupation and solicitude of mind was beginning to be
added to these. Her father was growing distressed for money.
She knewthat when he now took up the Baronetageit was to drive
the heavy bills of his tradespeopleand the unwelcome hints of
Mr Shepherdhis agentfrom his thoughts. The Kellynch property was good
but not equal to Sir Walter's apprehension of the state required
in its possessor. While Lady Elliot livedthere had been method
moderationand economywhich had just kept him within his income;
but with her had died all such right-mindednessand from that period
he had been constantly exceeding it. It had not been possible
for him to spend less; he had done nothing but what Sir Walter Elliot
was imperiously called on to do; but blameless as he washe was
not only growing dreadfully in debtbut was hearing of it so often
that it became vain to attempt concealing it longereven partially
from his daughter. He had given her some hints of it the last spring
in town; he had gone so far even as to sayCan we retrench?
Does it occur to you that there is any one article in which
we can retrench?and Elizabethto do her justicehadin the first
ardour of female alarmset seriously to think what could be done
and had finally proposed these two branches of economyto cut off
some unnecessary charitiesand to refrain from new furnishing
the drawing-room; to which expedients she afterwards added
the happy thought of their taking no present down to Anne
as had been the usual yearly custom. But these measures
however good in themselveswere insufficient for the real extent
of the evilthe whole of which Sir Walter found himself obliged
to confess to her soon afterwards. Elizabeth had nothing to propose
of deeper efficacy. She felt herself ill-used and unfortunate
as did her father; and they were neither of them able to devise

any means of lessening their expenses without compromising their dignity
or relinquishing their comforts in a way not to be borne.

There was only a small part of his estate that Sir Walter could dispose of;
but had every acre been alienableit would have made no difference.
He had condescended to mortgage as far as he had the power
but he would never condescend to sell. No; he would never disgrace
his name so far. The Kellynch estate should be transmitted whole
and entireas he had received it.

Their two confidential friendsMr Shepherdwho lived in
the neighbouring market townand Lady Russellwere called to advise them;
and both father and daughter seemed to expect that something should be
struck out by one or the other to remove their embarrassments
and reduce their expenditurewithout involving the loss of
any indulgence of taste or pride.

Chapter 2

Mr Shepherda civilcautious lawyerwhowhatever might be his hold
or his views on Sir Walterwould rather have the disagreeable
prompted by anybody elseexcused himself from offering the slightest hint
and only begged leave to recommend an implicit reference to
the excellent judgement of Lady Russellfrom whose known good sense
he fully expected to have just such resolute measures advised as
he meant to see finally adopted.

Lady Russell was most anxiously zealous on the subjectand gave it
much serious consideration. She was a woman rather of sound than of
quick abilitieswhose difficulties in coming to any decision
in this instance were greatfrom the opposition of two leading principles.
She was of strict integrity herselfwith a delicate sense of honour;
but she was as desirous of saving Sir Walter's feelingsas solicitous
for the credit of the familyas aristocratic in her ideas of what
was due to themas anybody of sense and honesty could well be.
She was a benevolentcharitablegood womanand capable of
strong attachmentsmost correct in her conductstrict in her notions
of decorumand with manners that were held a standard of good-breeding.
She had a cultivated mindand wasgenerally speaking
rational and consistent; but she had prejudices on the side of ancestry;
she had a value for rank and consequencewhich blinded her a little
to the faults of those who possessed them. Herself the widow of
only a knightshe gave the dignity of a baronet all its due;
and Sir Walterindependent of his claims as an old acquaintance
an attentive neighbouran obliging landlordthe husband of her
very dear friendthe father of Anne and her sisterswas
as being Sir Walterin her apprehensionentitled to a great deal
of compassion and consideration under his present difficulties.

They must retrench; that did not admit of a doubt. But she was
very anxious to have it done with the least possible pain to him
and Elizabeth. She drew up plans of economyshe made exact calculations
and she did what nobody else thought of doing: she consulted Anne
who never seemed considered by the others as having any interest
in the question. She consultedand in a degree was influenced by her
in marking out the scheme of retrenchment which was at last submitted
to Sir Walter. Every emendation of Anne's had been on the side of
honesty against importance. She wanted more vigorous measures
a more complete reformationa quicker release from debt
a much higher tone of indifference for everything but justice and equity.

If we can persuade your father to all this,said Lady Russell
looking over her papermuch may be done. If he will adopt
these regulations, in seven years he will be clear; and I hope
we may be able to convince him and Elizabeth, that Kellynch Hall has
a respectability in itself which cannot be affected by these reductions;
and that the true dignity of Sir Walter Elliot will be very far from
lessened in the eyes of sensible people, by acting like a man of principle.
What will he be doing, in fact, but what very many of our first families
have done, or ought to do? There will be nothing singular in his case;
and it is singularity which often makes the worst part of our suffering,
as it always does of our conduct. I have great hope of prevailing.
We must be serious and decided; for after all, the person who
has contracted debts must pay them; and though a great deal is due to
the feelings of the gentleman, and the head of a house, like your father,
there is still more due to the character of an honest man.

This was the principle on which Anne wanted her father to be proceeding
his friends to be urging him. She considered it as an act
of indispensable duty to clear away the claims of creditors with
all the expedition which the most comprehensive retrenchments
could secureand saw no dignity in anything short of it.
She wanted it to be prescribedand felt as a duty. She rated
Lady Russell's influence highly; and as to the severe degree
of self-denial which her own conscience promptedshe believed
there might be little more difficulty in persuading them to a complete
than to half a reformation. Her knowledge of her father
and Elizabeth inclined her to think that the sacrifice of one pair
of horses would be hardly less painful than of bothand so on
through the whole list of Lady Russell's too gentle reductions.

How Anne's more rigid requisitions might have been taken
is of little consequence. Lady Russell's had no success at all:
could not be put up withwere not to be borne. "What! every comfort
of life knocked off! JourneysLondonservantshorsestable--
contractions and restrictions every where! To live no longer
with the decencies even of a private gentleman! Nohe would sooner
quit Kellynch Hall at oncethan remain in it on such disgraceful terms."

Quit Kellynch Hall.The hint was immediately taken up by Mr Shepherd
whose interest was involved in the reality of Sir Walter's retrenching
and who was perfectly persuaded that nothing would be done without
a change of abode. "Since the idea had been started in the very quarter
which ought to dictatehe had no scruple he said, in confessing
his judgement to be entirely on that side. It did not appear to him
that Sir Walter could materially alter his style of living in a house
which had such a character of hospitality and ancient dignity to support.
In any other place Sir Walter might judge for himself; and would
be looked up toas regulating the modes of life in whatever way
he might choose to model his household."

Sir Walter would quit Kellynch Hall; and after a very few days more
of doubt and indecisionthe great question of whither he should go
was settledand the first outline of this important change made out.

There had been three alternativesLondonBathor another house
in the country. All Anne's wishes had been for the latter.
A small house in their own neighbourhoodwhere they might still have
Lady Russell's societystill be near Maryand still have the pleasure
of sometimes seeing the lawns and groves of Kellynchwas the object
of her ambition. But the usual fate of Anne attended her
in having something very opposite from her inclination fixed on.
She disliked Bathand did not think it agreed with her;
and Bath was to be her home.

Sir Walter had at first thought more of London; but Mr Shepherd felt
that he could not be trusted in Londonand had been skilful enough
to dissuade him from itand make Bath preferred. It was a much safer
place for a gentleman in his predicament: he might there be important
at comparatively little expense. Two material advantages of Bath
over London had of course been given all their weight: its more convenient
distance from Kellynchonly fifty milesand Lady Russell's spending
some part of every winter there; and to the very great satisfaction
of Lady Russellwhose first views on the projected change had been
for BathSir Walter and Elizabeth were induced to believe that
they should lose neither consequence nor enjoyment by settling there.

Lady Russell felt obliged to oppose her dear Anne's known wishes.
It would be too much to expect Sir Walter to descend into a small house
in his own neighbourhood. Anne herself would have found
the mortifications of it more than she foresawand to Sir Walter's
feelings they must have been dreadful. And with regard to Anne's
dislike of Bathshe considered it as a prejudice and mistake arising
firstfrom the circumstance of her having been three years
at school thereafter her mother's death; and secondly
from her happening to be not in perfectly good spirits the only winter
which she had afterwards spent there with herself.

Lady Russell was fond of Bathin shortand disposed to think
it must suit them all; and as to her young friend's health
by passing all the warm months with her at Kellynch Lodge
every danger would be avoided; and it was in facta change which must
do both health and spirits good. Anne had been too little from home
too little seen. Her spirits were not high. A larger society
would improve them. She wanted her to be more known.

The undesirableness of any other house in the same neighbourhood
for Sir Walter was certainly much strengthened by one part
and a very material part of the schemewhich had been happily
engrafted on the beginning. He was not only to quit his home
but to see it in the hands of others; a trial of fortitude
which stronger heads than Sir Walter's have found too much.
Kellynch Hall was to be let. Thishoweverwas a profound secret
not to be breathed beyond their own circle.

Sir Walter could not have borne the degradation of being known
to design letting his house. Mr Shepherd had once mentioned the word
advertise,but never dared approach it again. Sir Walter spurned
the idea of its being offered in any manner; forbad the slightest hint
being dropped of his having such an intention; and it was only on
the supposition of his being spontaneously solicited by some most
unexceptionable applicanton his own termsand as a great favour
that he would let it at all.

How quick come the reasons for approving what we like! Lady Russell had
another excellent one at handfor being extremely glad that Sir Walter
and his family were to remove from the country. Elizabeth had been
lately forming an intimacywhich she wished to see interrupted.
It was with the daughter of Mr Shepherdwho had returned
after an unprosperous marriageto her father's housewith
the additional burden of two children. She was a clever young woman
who understood the art of pleasing--the art of pleasingat least
at Kellynch Hall; and who had made herself so acceptable to Miss Elliot
as to have been already staying there more than oncein spite of all
that Lady Russellwho thought it a friendship quite out of place
could hint of caution and reserve.

Lady Russellindeedhad scarcely any influence with Elizabeth
and seemed to love herrather because she would love her

than because Elizabeth deserved it. She had never received from her more
than outward attentionnothing beyond the observances of complaisance;
had never succeeded in any point which she wanted to carry
against previous inclination. She had been repeatedly very earnest
in trying to get Anne included in the visit to Londonsensibly open
to all the injustice and all the discredit of the selfish arrangements
which shut her outand on many lesser occasions had endeavoured
to give Elizabeth the advantage of her own better judgement and experience;
but always in vain: Elizabeth would go her own way; and never had she
pursued it in more decided opposition to Lady Russell than in
this selection of Mrs Clay; turning from the society of so deserving
a sisterto bestow her affection and confidence on one who ought
to have been nothing to her but the object of distant civility.

From situationMrs Clay wasin Lady Russell's estimatea very unequal
and in her character she believed a very dangerous companion;
and a removal that would leave Mrs Clay behindand bring a choice
of more suitable intimates within Miss Elliot's reachwas therefore
an object of first-rate importance.

Chapter 3

I must take leave to observe, Sir Walter,said Mr Shepherd
one morning at Kellynch Hallas he laid down the newspaper
that the present juncture is much in our favour. This peace will
be turning all our rich naval officers ashore. They will be
all wanting a home. Could not be a better time, Sir Walter,
for having a choice of tenants, very responsible tenants.
Many a noble fortune has been made during the war. If a rich admiral
were to come in our way, Sir Walter--

He would be a very lucky man, Shepherd,replied Sir Walter;
that's all I have to remark. A prize indeed would Kellynch Hall
be to him; rather the greatest prize of all, let him have taken
ever so many before; hey, Shepherd?

Mr Shepherd laughedas he knew he mustat this witand then added-

I presume to observe, Sir Walter, that, in the way of business,
gentlemen of the navy are well to deal with. I have had a little knowledge
of their methods of doing business; and I am free to confess that they
have very liberal notions, and are as likely to make desirable tenants
as any set of people one should meet with. Therefore, Sir Walter,
what I would take leave to suggest is, that if in consequence of
any rumours getting abroad of your intention; which must be contemplated
as a possible thing, because we know how difficult it is to keep
the actions and designs of one part of the world from the notice
and curiosity of the other; consequence has its tax; I, John Shepherd,
might conceal any family-matters that I chose, for nobody would think it
worth their while to observe me; but Sir Walter Elliot has eyes upon him
which it may be very difficult to elude; and therefore, thus much
I venture upon, that it will not greatly surprise me if,
with all our caution, some rumour of the truth should get abroad;
in the supposition of which, as I was going to observe, since applications
will unquestionably follow, I should think any from our wealthy
naval commanders particularly worth attending to; and beg leave to add,
that two hours will bring me over at any time, to save you
the trouble of replying.

Sir Walter only nodded. But soon afterwardsrising and pacing the room
he observed sarcastically-

There are few among the gentlemen of the navy, I imagine, who would
not be surprised to find themselves in a house of this description.

They would look around them, no doubt, and bless their good fortune,
said Mrs Clayfor Mrs Clay was present: her father had driven her over
nothing being of so much use to Mrs Clay's health as a drive to Kellynch:
but I quite agree with my father in thinking a sailor might be
a very desirable tenant. I have known a good deal of the profession;
and besides their liberality, they are so neat and careful
in all their ways! These valuable pictures of yours, Sir Walter,
if you chose to leave them, would be perfectly safe. Everything in
and about the house would be taken such excellent care of!
The gardens and shrubberies would be kept in almost as high order
as they are now. You need not be afraid, Miss Elliot, of your own
sweet flower gardens being neglected.

As to all that,rejoined Sir Walter coollysupposing I were induced
to let my house, I have by no means made up my mind as to the privileges
to be annexed to it. I am not particularly disposed to favour a tenant.
The park would be open to him of course, and few navy officers,
or men of any other description, can have had such a range;
but what restrictions I might impose on the use of the pleasure-grounds,
is another thing. I am not fond of the idea of my shrubberies being
always approachable; and I should recommend Miss Elliot to be on her guard
with respect to her flower garden. I am very little disposed
to grant a tenant of Kellynch Hall any extraordinary favour,
I assure you, be he sailor or soldier.

After a short pauseMr Shepherd presumed to say--

In all these cases, there are established usages which
make everything plain and easy between landlord and tenant.
Your interest, Sir Walter, is in pretty safe hands. Depend upon me
for taking care that no tenant has more than his just rights.
I venture to hint, that Sir Walter Elliot cannot be half so jealous
for his own, as John Shepherd will be for him.

Here Anne spoke--

The navy, I think, who have done so much for us, have at least
an equal claim with any other set of men, for all the comforts and
all the privileges which any home can give. Sailors work hard enough
for their comforts, we must all allow.

Very true, very true. What Miss Anne says, is very true,
was Mr Shepherd's rejoinderand "Oh! certainly was his daughter's;
but Sir Walter's remark was, soon afterwards--

The profession has its utilitybut I should be sorry to see
any friend of mine belonging to it."

Indeed!was the replyand with a look of surprise.

Yes; it is in two points offensive to me; I have two strong grounds
of objection to it. First, as being the means of bringing persons
of obscure birth into undue distinction, and raising men to honours
which their fathers and grandfathers never dreamt of; and secondly,
as it cuts up a man's youth and vigour most horribly; a sailor grows old
sooner than any other man. I have observed it all my life.
A man is in greater danger in the navy of being insulted by the rise
of one whose father, his father might have disdained to speak to,
and of becoming prematurely an object of disgust himself, than in
any other line. One day last spring, in town, I was in company

with two men, striking instances of what I am talking of;
Lord St Ives, whose father we all know to have been a country curate,
without bread to eat; I was to give place to Lord St Ives,
and a certain Admiral Baldwin, the most deplorable-looking personage
you can imagine; his face the colour of mahogany, rough and rugged
to the last degree; all lines and wrinkles, nine grey hairs of a side,
and nothing but a dab of powder at top. `In the name of heaven,
who is that old fellow?' said I to a friend of mine who was standing near,
(Sir Basil Morley). `Old fellow!' cried Sir Basil, `it is Admiral Baldwin.
What do you take his age to be?' `Sixty,' said I, `or perhaps sixty-two.'
`Forty,' replied Sir Basil, `forty, and no more.' Picture to yourselves
my amazement; I shall not easily forget Admiral Baldwin.
I never saw quite so wretched an example of what a sea-faring life can do;
but to a degree, I know it is the same with them all: they are all
knocked about, and exposed to every climate, and every weather,
till they are not fit to be seen. It is a pity they are not knocked
on the head at once, before they reach Admiral Baldwin's age.

Nay, Sir Walter,cried Mrs Claythis is being severe indeed.
Have a little mercy on the poor men. We are not all born to be handsome.
The sea is no beautifier, certainly; sailors do grow old betimes;
I have observed it; they soon lose the look of youth. But then,
is not it the same with many other professions, perhaps most other?
Soldiers, in active service, are not at all better off: and even in
the quieter professions, there is a toil and a labour of the mind,
if not of the body, which seldom leaves a man's looks to the natural
effect of time. The lawyer plods, quite care-worn; the physician
is up at all hours, and travelling in all weather; and even
the clergyman--she stopt a moment to consider what might
do for the clergyman;--"and even the clergymanyou know is obliged
to go into infected roomsand expose his health and looks to
all the injury of a poisonous atmosphere. In factas I have
long been convincedthough every profession is necessary and honourable
in its turnit is only the lot of those who are not obliged to follow any
who can live in a regular wayin the countrychoosing their own hours
following their own pursuitsand living on their own property
without the torment of trying for more; it is only their lotI say
to hold the blessings of health and a good appearance to the utmost:
I know no other set of men but what lose something of their personableness
when they cease to be quite young."

It seemed as if Mr Shepherdin this anxiety to bespeak
Sir Walter's good will towards a naval officer as tenant
had been gifted with foresight; for the very first application
for the house was from an Admiral Croftwith whom he shortly afterwards
fell into company in attending the quarter sessions at Taunton; and indeed
he had received a hint of the Admiral from a London correspondent.
By the report which he hastened over to Kellynch to make
Admiral Croft was a native of Somersetshirewho having acquired
a very handsome fortunewas wishing to settle in his own country
and had come down to Taunton in order to look at some advertised places
in that immediate neighbourhoodwhichhoweverhad not suited him;
that accidentally hearing--(it was just as he had foretold
Mr Shepherd observedSir Walter's concerns could not be kept a secret)--
accidentally hearing of the possibility of Kellynch Hall being to let
and understanding his (Mr Shepherd's) connection with the owner
he had introduced himself to him in order to make particular inquiries
and hadin the course of a pretty long conferenceexpressed as strong
an inclination for the place as a man who knew it only by description
could feel; and given Mr Shepherdin his explicit account of himself
every proof of his being a most responsibleeligible tenant.

And who is Admiral Croft?was Sir Walter's cold suspicious inquiry.

Mr Shepherd answered for his being of a gentleman's family
and mentioned a place; and Anneafter the little pause which followed

He is a rear admiral of the white. He was in the Trafalgar action,
and has been in the East Indies since; he was stationed there,
I believe, several years.

Then I take it for granted,observed Sir Walterthat his face
is about as orange as the cuffs and capes of my livery.

Mr Shepherd hastened to assure himthat Admiral Croft was a very hale
heartywell-looking mana little weather-beatento be sure
but not muchand quite the gentleman in all his notions and behaviour;
not likely to make the smallest difficulty about termsonly wanted
a comfortable homeand to get into it as soon as possible;
knew he must pay for his convenience; knew what rent a ready-furnished
house of that consequence might fetch; should not have been surprised
if Sir Walter had asked more; had inquired about the manor;
would be glad of the deputationcertainlybut made no great point of it;
said he sometimes took out a gunbut never killed; quite the gentleman.

Mr Shepherd was eloquent on the subject; pointing out all
the circumstances of the Admiral's familywhich made him
peculiarly desirable as a tenant. He was a married man
and without children; the very state to be wished for. A house was
never taken good care ofMr Shepherd observedwithout a lady:
he did not knowwhether furniture might not be in danger of suffering
as much where there was no ladyas where there were many children.
A ladywithout a familywas the very best preserver of furniture
in the world. He had seen Mrs Crofttoo; she was at Taunton
with the admiraland had been present almost all the time they were
talking the matter over.

And a very well-spoken, genteel, shrewd lady, she seemed to be,
continued he; "asked more questions about the houseand terms
and taxesthan the Admiral himselfand seemed more conversant
with business; and moreoverSir WalterI found she was not quite
unconnected in this countryany more than her husband; that is to say
she is sister to a gentleman who did live amongst us once;
she told me so herself: sister to the gentleman who lived
a few years back at Monkford. Bless me! what was his name?
At this moment I cannot recollect his namethough I have heard it so lately.
Penelopemy dearcan you help me to the name of the gentleman
who lived at Monkford: Mrs Croft's brother?"

But Mrs Clay was talking so eagerly with Miss Elliotthat she did not
hear the appeal.

I have no conception whom you can mean, Shepherd; I remember
no gentleman resident at Monkford since the time of old Governor Trent.

Bless me! how very odd! I shall forget my own name soon, I suppose.
A name that I am so very well acquainted with; knew the gentleman
so well by sight; seen him a hundred times; came to consult me once,
I remember, about a trespass of one of his neighbours; farmer's man
breaking into his orchard; wall torn down; apples stolen;
caught in the fact; and afterwards, contrary to my judgement,
submitted to an amicable compromise. Very odd indeed!

After waiting another moment--

You mean Mr Wentworth, I suppose?said Anne.

Mr Shepherd was all gratitude.

Wentworth was the very name! Mr Wentworth was the very man.
He had the curacy of Monkford, you know, Sir Walter, some time back,
for two or three years. Came there about the year ---5, I take it.
You remember him, I am sure.

Wentworth? Oh! ay,--Mr Wentworth, the curate of Monkford.
You misled me by the term gentleman. I thought you were speaking of
some man of property: Mr Wentworth was nobody, I remember;
quite unconnected; nothing to do with the Strafford family.
One wonders how the names of many of our nobility become so common.

As Mr Shepherd perceived that this connexion of the Crofts did them
no service with Sir Walterhe mentioned it no more; returning
with all his zealto dwell on the circumstances more indisputably
in their favour; their ageand numberand fortune; the high idea
they had formed of Kellynch Halland extreme solicitude for
the advantage of renting it; making it appear as if they ranked
nothing beyond the happiness of being the tenants of Sir Walter Elliot:
an extraordinary tastecertainlycould they have been supposed in
the secret of Sir Walter's estimate of the dues of a tenant.

It succeededhowever; and though Sir Walter must ever look with
an evil eye on anyone intending to inhabit that houseand think them
infinitely too well off in being permitted to rent it on the highest terms
he was talked into allowing Mr Shepherd to proceed in the treaty
and authorising him to wait on Admiral Croftwho still remained
at Tauntonand fix a day for the house being seen.

Sir Walter was not very wise; but still he had experience enough
of the world to feelthat a more unobjectionable tenant
in all essentialsthan Admiral Croft bid fair to becould hardly offer.
So far went his understanding; and his vanity supplied a little
additional soothingin the Admiral's situation in lifewhich was just
high enoughand not too high. "I have let my house to Admiral Croft
would sound extremely well; very much better than to any mere Mr--;
a Mr (save, perhaps, some half dozen in the nation,) always needs
a note of explanation. An admiral speaks his own consequence,
and, at the same time, can never make a baronet look small.
In all their dealings and intercourse, Sir Walter Elliot must ever
have the precedence.

Nothing could be done without a reference to Elizabeth:
but her inclination was growing so strong for a removal,
that she was happy to have it fixed and expedited by a tenant at hand;
and not a word to suspend decision was uttered by her.

Mr Shepherd was completely empowered to act; and no sooner had
such an end been reached, than Anne, who had been a most attentive listener
to the whole, left the room, to seek the comfort of cool air for her
flushed cheeks; and as she walked along a favourite grove, said,
with a gentle sigh, A few months moreand heperhaps
may be walking here."

Chapter 4

He was not Mr Wentworththe former curate of Monkford
however suspicious appearances may bebut a Captain Frederick Wentworth
his brotherwho being made commander in consequence of the action
off St Domingoand not immediately employedhad come into Somersetshire

in the summer of 1806; and having no parent livingfound a home
for half a year at Monkford. He wasat that timea remarkably fine
young manwith a great deal of intelligencespiritand brilliancy;
and Anne an extremely pretty girlwith gentlenessmodestytaste
and feeling. Half the sum of attractionon either sidemight have
been enoughfor he had nothing to doand she had hardly anybody to love;
but the encounter of such lavish recommendations could not fail.
They were gradually acquaintedand when acquaintedrapidly and
deeply in love. It would be difficult to say which had seen
highest perfection in the otheror which had been the happiest:
shein receiving his declarations and proposalsor he in
having them accepted.

A short period of exquisite felicity followedand but a short one.
Troubles soon arose. Sir Walteron being applied towithout actually
withholding his consentor saying it should never begave it all
the negative of great astonishmentgreat coldnessgreat silence
and a professed resolution of doing nothing for his daughter.
He thought it a very degrading alliance; and Lady Russellthough with
more tempered and pardonable pridereceived it as a most unfortunate one.

Anne Elliotwith all her claims of birthbeautyand mind
to throw herself away at nineteen; involve herself at nineteen
in an engagement with a young manwho had nothing but himself
to recommend himand no hopes of attaining affluencebut in the chances
of a most uncertain professionand no connexions to secure
even his farther rise in the professionwould beindeeda throwing away
which she grieved to think of! Anne Elliotso young; known to so few
to be snatched off by a stranger without alliance or fortune;
or rather sunk by him into a state of most wearinganxious
youth-killing dependence! It must not beif by any fair interference
of friendshipany representations from one who had almost a mother's love
and mother's rightsit would be prevented.

Captain Wentworth had no fortune. He had been lucky in his profession;
but spending freelywhat had come freelyhad realized nothing.
But he was confident that he should soon be rich:
full of life and ardourhe knew that he should soon have a ship
and soon be on a station that would lead to everything he wanted.
He had always been lucky; he knew he should be so still.
Such confidencepowerful in its own warmthand bewitching in
the wit which often expressed itmust have been enough for Anne;
but Lady Russell saw it very differently. His sanguine temper
and fearlessness of mindoperated very differently on her.
She saw in it but an aggravation of the evil. It only added a
dangerous character to himself. He was brillianthe was headstrong.
Lady Russell had little taste for witand of anything approaching
to imprudence a horror. She deprecated the connexion in every light.

Such oppositionas these feelings producedwas more than
Anne could combat. Young and gentle as she wasit might yet
have been possible to withstand her father's ill-will
though unsoftened by one kind word or look on the part of her sister;
but Lady Russellwhom she had always loved and relied oncould not
with such steadiness of opinionand such tenderness of manner
be continually advising her in vain. She was persuaded to believe
the engagement a wrong thing: indiscreetimproperhardly capable
of successand not deserving it. But it was not a merely selfish caution
under which she actedin putting an end to it. Had she not
imagined herself consulting his goodeven more than her own
she could hardly have given him up. The belief of being prudent
and self-denyingprincipally for his advantagewas her chief consolation
under the misery of a partinga final parting; and every consolation
was requiredfor she had to encounter all the additional pain of opinions

on his sidetotally unconvinced and unbendingand of his feeling himself
ill used by so forced a relinquishment. He had left the country
in consequence.

A few months had seen the beginning and the end of their acquaintance;
but not with a few months ended Anne's share of suffering from it.
Her attachment and regrets hadfor a long timeclouded every
enjoyment of youthand an early loss of bloom and spirits
had been their lasting effect.

More than seven years were gone since this little history
of sorrowful interest had reached its close; and time had
softened down muchperhaps nearly all of peculiar attachment to him
but she had been too dependent on time alone; no aid had been given
in change of place (except in one visit to Bath soon after the rupture)
or in any novelty or enlargement of society. No one had ever
come within the Kellynch circlewho could bear a comparison with
Frederick Wentworthas he stood in her memory. No second attachment
the only thoroughly naturalhappyand sufficient cure
at her time of lifehad been possible to the nice tone of her mind
the fastidiousness of her tastein the small limits of the society
around them. She had been solicitedwhen about two-and-twenty
to change her nameby the young manwho not long afterwards found
a more willing mind in her younger sister; and Lady Russell had
lamented her refusal; for Charles Musgrove was the eldest son of a man
whose landed property and general importance were second in that country
only to Sir Walter'sand of good character and appearance;
and however Lady Russell might have asked yet for something more
while Anne was nineteenshe would have rejoiced to see her at twenty-two
so respectably removed from the partialities and injustice of
her father's houseand settled so permanently near herself.
But in this caseAnne had left nothing for advice to do;
and though Lady Russellas satisfied as ever with her own discretion
never wished the past undoneshe began now to have the anxiety
which borders on hopelessness for Anne's being temptedby some man
of talents and independenceto enter a state for which she held her
to be peculiarly fitted by her warm affections and domestic habits.

They knew not each other's opinioneither its constancy or its change
on the one leading point of Anne's conductfor the subject was never
alluded to; but Anneat seven-and-twentythought very differently
from what she had been made to think at nineteen. She did not blame
Lady Russellshe did not blame herself for having been guided by her;
but she felt that were any young personin similar circumstances
to apply to her for counselthey would never receive any of such
certain immediate wretchednesssuch uncertain future good.
She was persuaded that under every disadvantage of disapprobation at home
and every anxiety attending his professionall their probable fears
delaysand disappointmentsshe should yet have been a happier woman
in maintaining the engagementthan she had been in the sacrifice of it;
and thisshe fully believedhad the usual sharehad even more than
the usual share of all such solicitudes and suspense been theirs
without reference to the actual results of their casewhich
as it happenedwould have bestowed earlier prosperity than
could be reasonably calculated on. All his sanguine expectations
all his confidence had been justified. His genius and ardour
had seemed to foresee and to command his prosperous path.
He hadvery soon after their engagement ceasedgot employ:
and all that he had told her would followhad taken place.
He had distinguished himselfand early gained the other step in rank
and must nowby successive captureshave made a handsome fortune.
She had only navy lists and newspapers for her authority
but she could not doubt his being rich; andin favour of his constancy
she had no reason to believe him married.

How eloquent could Anne Elliot have been! how eloquentat least
were her wishes on the side of early warm attachmentand a cheerful
confidence in futurityagainst that over-anxious caution which
seems to insult exertion and distrust Providence! She had been forced
into prudence in her youthshe learned romance as she grew older:
the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.

With all these circumstancesrecollections and feelings
she could not hear that Captain Wentworth's sister was likely
to live at Kellynch without a revival of former pain; and many a stroll
and many a sighwere necessary to dispel the agitation of the idea.
She often told herself it was follybefore she could harden her nerves
sufficiently to feel the continual discussion of the Crofts
and their business no evil. She was assistedhoweverby that
perfect indifference and apparent unconsciousnessamong the only three
of her own friends in the secret of the pastwhich seemed almost to deny
any recollection of it. She could do justice to the superiority
of Lady Russell's motives in thisover those of her father and Elizabeth;
she could honour all the better feelings of her calmness;
but the general air of oblivion among them was highly important
from whatever it sprung; and in the event of Admiral Croft's really
taking Kellynch Hallshe rejoiced anew over the conviction which
had always been most grateful to herof the past being known to
those three only among her connexionsby whom no syllable
she believedwould ever be whisperedand in the trust that among his
the brother only with whom he had been residinghad received
any information of their short-lived engagement. That brother had been
long removed from the country and being a sensible manandmoreover
a single man at the timeshe had a fond dependence on no human creature's
having heard of it from him.

The sisterMrs Crofthad then been out of Englandaccompanying
her husband on a foreign stationand her own sisterMary
had been at school while it all occurred; and never admitted by
the pride of someand the delicacy of othersto the smallest knowledge
of it afterwards.

With these supportsshe hoped that the acquaintance between herself
and the Croftswhichwith Lady Russellstill resident in Kellynch
and Mary fixed only three miles offmust be anticipated
need not involve any particular awkwardness.

Chapter 5

On the morning appointed for Admiral and Mrs Croft's seeing Kellynch Hall
Anne found it most natural to take her almost daily walk to Lady Russell's
and keep out of the way till all was over; when she found it most natural
to be sorry that she had missed the opportunity of seeing them.

This meeting of the two parties proved highly satisfactory
and decided the whole business at once. Each lady was previously
well disposed for an agreementand saw nothingtherefore
but good manners in the other; and with regard to the gentlemen
there was such an hearty good humoursuch an opentrusting liberality
on the Admiral's sideas could not but influence Sir Walter
who had besides been flattered into his very best and most polished
behaviour by Mr Shepherd's assurances of his being knownby report
to the Admiralas a model of good breeding.

The house and groundsand furniturewere approvedthe Crofts

were approvedtermstimeevery thingand every bodywas right;
and Mr Shepherd's clerks were set to workwithout there having been
a single preliminary difference to modify of all that
This indenture sheweth.

Sir Walterwithout hesitationdeclared the Admiral to be
the best-looking sailor he had ever met withand went so far as to say
that if his own man might have had the arranging of his hair
he should not be ashamed of being seen with him any where;
and the Admiralwith sympathetic cordialityobserved to his wife
as they drove back through the parkI thought we should soon
come to a deal, my dear, in spite of what they told us at Taunton.
The Baronet will never set the Thames on fire, but there seems to be
no harm in him.reciprocal complimentswhich would have been
esteemed about equal.

The Crofts were to have possession at Michaelmas; and as Sir Walter
proposed removing to Bath in the course of the preceding month
there was no time to be lost in making every dependent arrangement.

Lady Russellconvinced that Anne would not be allowed to be of any use
or any importancein the choice of the house which they were
going to securewas very unwilling to have her hurried away so soon
and wanted to make it possible for her to stay behind till she might
convey her to Bath herself after Christmas; but having engagements
of her own which must take her from Kellynch for several weeks
she was unable to give the full invitation she wishedand Anne
though dreading the possible heats of September in all the white glare
of Bathand grieving to forego all the influence so sweet and so sad
of the autumnal months in the countrydid not think that
everything consideredshe wished to remain. It would be most right
and most wiseandtherefore must involve least suffering
to go with the others.

Something occurredhoweverto give her a different duty.
Maryoften a little unwelland always thinking a great deal
of her own complaintsand always in the habit of claiming Anne
when anything was the matterwas indisposed; and foreseeing
that she should not have a day's health all the autumnentreated
or rather required herfor it was hardly entreatyto come to
Uppercross Cottageand bear her company as long as she should want her
instead of going to Bath.

I cannot possibly do without Anne,was Mary's reasoning;
and Elizabeth's reply wasThen I am sure Anne had better stay,
for nobody will want her in Bath.

To be claimed as a goodthough in an improper styleis at least
better than being rejected as no good at all; and Anneglad to
be thought of some useglad to have anything marked out as a duty
and certainly not sorry to have the scene of it in the country
and her own dear countryreadily agreed to stay.

This invitation of Mary's removed all Lady Russell's difficulties
and it was consequently soon settled that Anne should not go to Bath
till Lady Russell took herand that all the intervening time
should be divided between Uppercross Cottage and Kellynch Lodge.

So far all was perfectly right; but Lady Russell was almost startled
by the wrong of one part of the Kellynch Hall planwhen it burst on her
which wasMrs Clay's being engaged to go to Bath with Sir Walter
and Elizabethas a most important and valuable assistant to the latter
in all the business before her. Lady Russell was extremely sorry
that such a measure should have been resorted to at allwondered

grievedand feared; and the affront it contained to Anne
in Mrs Clay's being of so much usewhile Anne could be of none
was a very sore aggravation.

Anne herself was become hardened to such affronts; but she felt
the imprudence of the arrangement quite as keenly as Lady Russell.
With a great deal of quiet observationand a knowledge
which she often wished lessof her father's charactershe was
sensible that results the most serious to his family from the intimacy
were more than possible. She did not imagine that her father
had at present an idea of the kind. Mrs Clay had freckles
and a projecting toothand a clumsy wristwhich he was continually
making severe remarks uponin her absence; but she was young
and certainly altogether well-lookingand possessedin an acute mind
and assiduous pleasing mannersinfinitely more dangerous attractions
than any merely personal might have been. Anne was so impressed
by the degree of their dangerthat she could not excuse herself
from trying to make it perceptible to her sister. She had little hope
of success; but Elizabethwho in the event of such a reverse would be
so much more to be pitied than herselfshould nevershe thought
have reason to reproach her for giving no warning.

She spokeand seemed only to offend. Elizabeth could not conceive
how such an absurd suspicion should occur to herand indignantly
answered for each party's perfectly knowing their situation.

Mrs Clay,said shewarmlynever forgets who she is;
and as I am rather better acquainted with her sentiments than you can be,
I can assure you, that upon the subject of marriage they are
particularly nice, and that she reprobates all inequality of condition
and rank more strongly than most people. And as to my father,
I really should not have thought that he, who has kept himself single
so long for our sakes, need be suspected now. If Mrs Clay were
a very beautiful woman, I grant you, it might be wrong to have her
so much with me; not that anything in the world, I am sure,
would induce my father to make a degrading match, but he might
be rendered unhappy. But poor Mrs Clay who, with all her merits,
can never have been reckoned tolerably pretty, I really think poor
Mrs Clay may be staying here in perfect safety. One would imagine
you had never heard my father speak of her personal misfortunes,
though I know you must fifty times. That tooth of her's
and those freckles. Freckles do not disgust me so very much
as they do him. I have known a face not materially disfigured by a few,
but he abominates them. You must have heard him notice
Mrs Clay's freckles.

There is hardly any personal defect,replied Anne
which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

I think very differently,answered Elizabethshortly;
an agreeable manner may set off handsome features, but can never
alter plain ones. However, at any rate, as I have a great deal more
at stake on this point than anybody else can have, I think it
rather unnecessary in you to be advising me.

Anne had done; glad that it was overand not absolutely hopeless
of doing good. Elizabeththough resenting the suspicion
might yet be made observant by it.

The last office of the four carriage-horses was to draw Sir Walter
Miss Elliotand Mrs Clay to Bath. The party drove off in very good spirits;
Sir Walter prepared with condescending bows for all the afflicted
tenantry and cottagers who might have had a hint to show themselves
and Anne walked up at the same timein a sort of desolate tranquillity

to the Lodgewhere she was to spend the first week.

Her friend was not in better spirits than herself. Lady Russell felt this
break-up of the family exceedingly. Their respectability was
as dear to her as her ownand a daily intercourse had become
precious by habit. It was painful to look upon their deserted grounds
and still worse to anticipate the new hands they were to fall into;
and to escape the solitariness and the melancholy of so altered a village
and be out of the way when Admiral and Mrs Croft first arrived
she had determined to make her own absence from home begin
when she must give up Anne. Accordingly their removal was made together
and Anne was set down at Uppercross Cottagein the first stage
of Lady Russell's journey.

Uppercross was a moderate-sized villagewhich a few years back
had been completely in the old English stylecontaining only
two houses superior in appearance to those of the yeomen and labourers;
the mansion of the squirewith its high wallsgreat gatesand old trees
substantial and unmodernizedand the compacttight parsonage
enclosed in its own neat gardenwith a vine and a pear-tree
trained round its casements; but upon the marriage of the young 'squire
it had received the improvement of a farm-house elevated into a cottage
for his residenceand Uppercross Cottagewith its veranda
French windowsand other prettinesswas quite as likely to catch
the traveller's eye as the more consistent and considerable aspect
and premises of the Great Houseabout a quarter of a mile farther on.

Here Anne had often been staying. She knew the ways of Uppercross
as well as those of Kellynch. The two families were so continually meeting
so much in the habit of running in and out of each other's house
at all hoursthat it was rather a surprise to her to find Mary alone;
but being aloneher being unwell and out of spirits was almost
a matter of course. Though better endowed than the elder sister
Mary had not Anne's understanding nor temper. While welland happy
and properly attended toshe had great good humour and excellent spirits;
but any indisposition sunk her completely. She had no resources
for solitude; and inheriting a considerable share of the Elliot
self-importancewas very prone to add to every other distress
that of fancying herself neglected and ill-used. In personshe was
inferior to both sistersand hadeven in her bloomonly reached
the dignity of being "a fine girl." She was now lying on the faded sofa
of the pretty little drawing-roomthe once elegant furniture of which
had been gradually growing shabbyunder the influence of four summers
and two children; andon Anne's appearinggreeted her with--

So, you are come at last! I began to think I should never see you.
I am so ill I can hardly speak. I have not seen a creature
the whole morning!

I am sorry to find you unwell,replied Anne. "You sent me
such a good account of yourself on Thursday!"

Yes, I made the best of it; I always do: but I was very far from well
at the time; and I do not think I ever was so ill in my life
as I have been all this morning: very unfit to be left alone, I am sure.
Suppose I were to be seized of a sudden in some dreadful way,
and not able to ring the bell! So, Lady Russell would not get out.
I do not think she has been in this house three times this summer.

Anne said what was properand enquired after her husband.
Oh! Charles is out shooting. I have not seen him since seven o'clock.
He would go, though I told him how ill I was. He said he should not
stay out long; but he has never come back, and now it is almost one.
I assure you, I have not seen a soul this whole long morning.

You have had your little boys with you?

Yes, as long as I could bear their noise; but they are so unmanageable
that they do me more harm than good. Little Charles does not mind
a word I say, and Walter is growing quite as bad.

Well, you will soon be better now,replied Annecheerfully.
You know I always cure you when I come. How are your neighbours
at the Great House?

I can give you no account of them. I have not seen one of them to-day,
except Mr Musgrove, who just stopped and spoke through the window,
but without getting off his horse; and though I told him how ill I was,
not one of them have been near me. It did not happen to suit
the Miss Musgroves, I suppose, and they never put themselves
out of their way.

You will see them yet, perhaps, before the morning is gone.
It is early.

I never want them, I assure you. They talk and laugh a great deal
too much for me. Oh! Anne, I am so very unwell! It was quite unkind
of you not to come on Thursday.

My dear Mary, recollect what a comfortable account you sent me of yourself!
You wrote in the cheerfullest manner, and said you were perfectly well,
and in no hurry for me; and that being the case, you must be aware
that my wish would be to remain with Lady Russell to the last:
and besides what I felt on her account, I have really been so busy,
have had so much to do, that I could not very conveniently have
left Kellynch sooner.

Dear me! what can you possibly have to do?

A great many things, I assure you. More than I can recollect
in a moment; but I can tell you some. I have been making
a duplicate of the catalogue of my father's books and pictures.
I have been several times in the garden with Mackenzie,
trying to understand, and make him understand, which of Elizabeth's plants
are for Lady Russell. I have had all my own little concerns
to arrange, books and music to divide, and all my trunks to repack,
from not having understood in time what was intended as to the waggons:
and one thing I have had to do, Mary, of a more trying nature:
going to almost every house in the parish, as a sort of take-leave.
I was told that they wished it. But all these things took up
a great deal of time.

Oh! well!and after a moment's pausebut you have never asked me
one word about our dinner at the Pooles yesterday.

Did you go then? I have made no enquiries, because I concluded
you must have been obliged to give up the party.

Oh yes! I went. I was very well yesterday; nothing at all
the matter with me till this morning. It would have been strange
if I had not gone.

I am very glad you were well enough, and I hope you had a pleasant party.

Nothing remarkable. One always knows beforehand what the dinner will be,
and who will be there; and it is so very uncomfortable not having
a carriage of one's own. Mr and Mrs Musgrove took me, and we were
so crowded! They are both so very large, and take up so much room;

and Mr Musgrove always sits forward. So, there was I, crowded into
the back seat with Henrietta and Louise; and I think it very likely
that my illness to-day may be owing to it.

A little further perseverance in patience and forced cheerfulness
on Anne's side produced nearly a cure on Mary's. She could soon
sit upright on the sofaand began to hope she might be able
to leave it by dinner-time. Thenforgetting to think of it
she was at the other end of the roombeautifying a nosegay;
thenshe ate her cold meat; and then she was well enough
to propose a little walk.

Where shall we go?said shewhen they were ready. "I suppose
you will not like to call at the Great House before they have
been to see you?"

I have not the smallest objection on that account,replied Anne.
I should never think of standing on such ceremony with people I know
so well as Mrs and the Miss Musgroves.

Oh! but they ought to call upon you as soon as possible.
They ought to feel what is due to you as my sister. However,
we may as well go and sit with them a little while, and when we
have that over, we can enjoy our walk.

Anne had always thought such a style of intercourse highly imprudent;
but she had ceased to endeavour to check itfrom believing that
though there were on each side continual subjects of offence
neither family could now do without it. To the Great House accordingly
they wentto sit the full half hour in the old-fashioned square parlour
with a small carpet and shining floorto which the present
daughters of the house were gradually giving the proper air of confusion
by a grand piano-forte and a harpflower-stands and little tables
placed in every direction. Oh! could the originals of the portraits
against the wainscotcould the gentlemen in brown velvet and
the ladies in blue satin have seen what was going onhave been conscious
of such an overthrow of all order and neatness! The portraits themselves
seemed to be staring in astonishment.

The Musgroveslike their houseswere in a state of alteration
perhaps of improvement. The father and mother were in the old
English styleand the young people in the new. Mr and Mrs Musgrove
were a very good sort of people; friendly and hospitable
not much educatedand not at all elegant. Their children had
more modern minds and manners. There was a numerous family;
but the only two grown upexcepting Charleswere Henrietta and Louisa
young ladies of nineteen and twentywho had brought from school at Exeter
all the usual stock of accomplishmentsand were now like thousands
of other young ladiesliving to be fashionablehappyand merry.
Their dress had every advantagetheir faces were rather pretty
their spirits extremely goodtheir manner unembarrassed and pleasant;
they were of consequence at homeand favourites abroad.
Anne always contemplated them as some of the happiest creatures
of her acquaintance; but stillsaved as we all areby some
comfortable feeling of superiority from wishing for the possibility
of exchangeshe would not have given up her own more elegant
and cultivated mind for all their enjoyments; and envied them nothing
but that seemingly perfect good understanding and agreement together
that good-humoured mutual affectionof which she had known
so little herself with either of her sisters.

They were received with great cordiality. Nothing seemed amiss
on the side of the Great House familywhich was generally
as Anne very well knewthe least to blame. The half hour was

chatted away pleasantly enough; and she was not at all surprised
at the end of itto have their walking party joined by both
the Miss Musgrovesat Mary's particular invitation.

Chapter 6

Anne had not wanted this visit to Uppercrossto learn that a removal
from one set of people to anotherthough at a distance of only three miles
will often include a total change of conversationopinionand idea.
She had never been staying there beforewithout being struck by it
or without wishing that other Elliots could have her advantage
in seeing how unknownor unconsidered therewere the affairs
which at Kellynch Hall were treated as of such general publicity
and pervading interest; yetwith all this experienceshe believed
she must now submit to feel that another lessonin the art of knowing
our own nothingness beyond our own circlewas become necessary for her;
for certainlycoming as she didwith a heart full of the subject
which had been completely occupying both houses in Kellynch for many weeks
she had expected rather more curiosity and sympathy than she found
in the separate but very similar remark of Mr and Mrs Musgrove:
So, Miss Anne, Sir Walter and your sister are gone; and what part of Bath
do you think they will settle in?and thiswithout much
waiting for an answer; or in the young ladies' addition of
I hope we shall be in Bath in the winter; but remember, papa,
if we do go, we must be in a good situation: none of your
Queen Squares for us!or in the anxious supplement from Maryof--
Upon my word, I shall be pretty well off, when you are all gone away
to be happy at Bath!

She could only resolve to avoid such self-delusion in future
and think with heightened gratitude of the extraordinary blessing
of having one such truly sympathising friend as Lady Russell.

The Mr Musgroves had their own game to guardand to destroy
their own horsesdogsand newspapers to engage themand the females
were fully occupied in all the other common subjects of housekeeping
neighboursdressdancingand music. She acknowledged it to be
very fittingthat every little social commonwealth should dictate
its own matters of discourse; and hopedere longto become
a not unworthy member of the one she was now transplanted into.
With the prospect of spending at least two months at Uppercross
it was highly incumbent on her to clothe her imaginationher memory
and all her ideas in as much of Uppercross as possible.

She had no dread of these two months. Mary was not so repulsive
and unsisterly as Elizabethnor so inaccessible to all influence of hers;
neither was there anything among the other component parts
of the cottage inimical to comfort. She was always on friendly terms
with her brother-in-law; and in the childrenwho loved her nearly as well
and respected her a great deal more than their mothershe had
an object of interestamusementand wholesome exertion.

Charles Musgrove was civil and agreeable; in sense and temper he was
undoubtedly superior to his wifebut not of powersor conversation
or graceto make the pastas they were connected together
at all a dangerous contemplation; thoughat the same time
Anne could believewith Lady Russellthat a more equal match
might have greatly improved him; and that a woman of real understanding
might have given more consequence to his characterand more usefulness
rationalityand elegance to his habits and pursuits. As it was
he did nothing with much zealbut sport; and his time was otherwise

trifled awaywithout benefit from books or anything else.
He had very good spiritswhich never seemed much affected by
his wife's occasional lownessbore with her unreasonableness
sometimes to Anne's admirationand upon the wholethough there was
very often a little disagreement (in which she had sometimes more share
than she wishedbeing appealed to by both parties)they might pass
for a happy couple. They were always perfectly agreed in the want
of more moneyand a strong inclination for a handsome present
from his father; but hereas on most topicshe had the superiority
for while Mary thought it a great shame that such a present was not made
he always contended for his father's having many other uses for his money
and a right to spend it as he liked.

As to the management of their childrenhis theory was much better
than his wife'sand his practice not so bad. "I could manage them
very wellif it were not for Mary's interference was what
Anne often heard him say, and had a good deal of faith in;
but when listening in turn to Mary's reproach of Charles spoils
the children so that I cannot get them into any order she never had
the smallest temptation to say, Very true."

One of the least agreeable circumstances of her residence there
was her being treated with too much confidence by all parties
and being too much in the secret of the complaints of each house.
Known to have some influence with her sistershe was continually requested
or at least receiving hints to exert itbeyond what was practicable.
I wish you could persuade Mary not to be always fancying herself ill,
was Charles's language; andin an unhappy moodthus spoke Mary:
I do believe if Charles were to see me dying, he would not think
there was anything the matter with me. I am sure, Anne, if you would,
you might persuade him that I really am very ill--a great deal worse
than I ever own.

Mary's declaration wasI hate sending the children to the Great House,
though their grandmamma is always wanting to see them, for she humours
and indulges them to such a degree, and gives them so much trash
and sweet things, that they are sure to come back sick and cross
for the rest of the day.And Mrs Musgrove took the first opportunity
of being alone with Anneto sayOh! Miss Anne, I cannot help wishing
Mrs Charles had a little of your method with those children.
They are quite different creatures with you! But to be sure,
in general they are so spoilt! It is a pity you cannot put your sister
in the way of managing them. They are as fine healthy children
as ever were seen, poor little dears! without partiality;
but Mrs Charles knows no more how they should be treated--!
Bless me! how troublesome they are sometimes. I assure you, Miss Anne,
it prevents my wishing to see them at our house so often as
I otherwise should. I believe Mrs Charles is not quite pleased
with my not inviting them oftener; but you know it is very bad
to have children with one that one is obligated to be checking
every moment; don't do this and don't do that;" or that one can
only keep in tolerable order by more cake than is good for them."

She had this communicationmoreoverfrom Mary. "Mrs Musgrove thinks
all her servants so steadythat it would be high treason
to call it in question; but I am surewithout exaggeration
that her upper house-maid and laundry-maidinstead of being
in their businessare gadding about the villageall day long.
I meet them wherever I go; and I declareI never go twice into my nursery
without seeing something of them. If Jemima were not the trustiest
steadiest creature in the worldit would be enough to spoil her;
for she tells methey are always tempting her to take a walk with them."
And on Mrs Musgrove's sideit wasI make a rule of never interfering
in any of my daughter-in-law's concerns, for I know it would not do;

but I shall tell you, Miss Anne, because you may be able to set things
to rights, that I have no very good opinion of Mrs Charles's nursery-maid:
I hear strange stories of her; she is always upon the gad; and from
my own knowledge, I can declare, she is such a fine-dressing lady,
that she is enough to ruin any servants she comes near.
Mrs Charles quite swears by her, I know; but I just give you this hint,
that you may be upon the watch; because, if you see anything amiss,
you need not be afraid of mentioning it.

Againit was Mary's complaintthat Mrs Musgrove was very apt
not to give her the precedence that was her duewhen they dined
at the Great House with other families; and she did not see any reason
why she was to be considered so much at home as to lose her place.
And one day when Anne was walking with only the Musgrovesone of them
after talking of rankpeople of rankand jealousy of ranksaid
I have no scruple of observing to you, how nonsensical some persons are
about their place, because all the world knows how easy and indifferent
you are about it; but I wish anybody could give Mary a hint that
it would be a great deal better if she were not so very tenacious,
especially if she would not be always putting herself forward to take
place of mamma. Nobody doubts her right to have precedence of mamma,
but it would be more becoming in her not to be always insisting on it.
It is not that mamma cares about it the least in the world,
but I know it is taken notice of by many persons.

How was Anne to set all these matters to rights? She could do little more
than listen patientlysoften every grievanceand excuse each
to the other; give them all hints of the forbearance necessary
between such near neighboursand make those hints broadest
which were meant for her sister's benefit.

In all other respectsher visit began and proceeded very well.
Her own spirits improved by change of place and subject
by being removed three miles from Kellynch; Mary's ailments lessened
by having a constant companionand their daily intercourse
with the other familysince there was neither superior affection
confidencenor employment in the cottageto be interrupted by it
was rather an advantage. It was certainly carried nearly as far as possible
for they met every morningand hardly ever spent an evening asunder;
but she believed they should not have done so well without the sight
of Mr and Mrs Musgrove's respectable forms in the usual places
or without the talkinglaughingand singing of their daughters.

She played a great deal better than either of the Miss Musgroves
but having no voiceno knowledge of the harpand no fond parents
to sit by and fancy themselves delightedher performance was
little thought ofonly out of civilityor to refresh the others
as she was well aware. She knew that when she played she was
giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation.
Excepting one short period of her lifeshe had neversince the age
of fourteennever since the loss of her dear motherknown the happiness
of being listened toor encouraged by any just appreciation or real taste.
In music she had been always used to feel alone in the world;
and Mr and Mrs Musgrove's fond partiality for their own daughters'
performanceand total indifference to any other person's
gave her much more pleasure for their sakesthan mortification
for her own.

The party at the Great House was sometimes increased by other company.
The neighbourhood was not largebut the Musgroves were visited
by everybodyand had more dinner-partiesand more callers
more visitors by invitation and by chancethan any other family.
There were more completely popular.

The girls were wild for dancing; and the evenings endedoccasionally
in an unpremeditated little ball. There was a family of cousins
within a walk of Uppercrossin less affluent circumstances
who depended on the Musgroves for all their pleasures: they would come
at any timeand help play at anythingor dance anywhere; and Anne
very much preferring the office of musician to a more active post
played country dances to them by the hour together; a kindness which
always recommended her musical powers to the notice of Mr and Mrs Musgrove
more than anything elseand often drew this compliment;--
Well done, Miss Anne! very well done indeed! Lord bless me!
how those little fingers of yours fly about!

So passed the first three weeks. Michaelmas came; and now Anne's heart
must be in Kellynch again. A beloved home made over to others;
all the precious rooms and furnituregrovesand prospects
beginning to own other eyes and other limbs! She could not
think of much else on the 29th of September; and she had this
sympathetic touch in the evening from Marywhoon having occasion
to note down the day of the monthexclaimedDear me, is not this
the day the Crofts were to come to Kellynch? I am glad I did not
think of it before. How low it makes me!

The Crofts took possession with true naval alertnessand were
to be visited. Mary deplored the necessity for herself.
Nobody knew how much she should suffer. She should put it off
as long as she could;but was not easy till she had talked Charles
into driving her over on an early dayand was in a very animated
comfortable state of imaginary agitationwhen she came back.
Anne had very sincerely rejoiced in there being no means of her going.
She wishedhowever to see the Croftsand was glad to be within
when the visit was returned. They came: the master of the house
was not at homebut the two sisters were together; and as it chanced
that Mrs Croft fell to the share of Annewhile the Admiral sat by Mary
and made himself very agreeable by his good-humoured notice
of her little boysshe was well able to watch for a likeness
and if it failed her in the featuresto catch it in the voice
or in the turn of sentiment and expression.

Mrs Croftthough neither tall nor fathad a squareness
uprightnessand vigour of formwhich gave importance to her person.
She had bright dark eyesgood teethand altogether an agreeable face;
though her reddened and weather-beaten complexionthe consequence
of her having been almost as much at sea as her husbandmade her seem to
have lived some years longer in the world than her real eight-and-thirty.
Her manners were openeasyand decidedlike one who had
no distrust of herselfand no doubts of what to do; without any
approach to coarsenesshoweveror any want of good humour.
Anne gave her creditindeedfor feelings of great consideration
towards herselfin all that related to Kellynchand it pleased her:
especiallyas she had satisfied herself in the very first half minute
in the instant even of introductionthat there was not the smallest
symptom of any knowledge or suspicion on Mrs Croft's sideto give a bias
of any sort. She was quite easy on that headand consequently
full of strength and couragetill for a moment electrified by
Mrs Croft's suddenly saying--

It was you, and not your sister, I find, that my brother had
the pleasure of being acquainted with, when he was in this country.

Anne hoped she had outlived the age of blushing; but the age of emotion
she certainly had not.

Perhaps you may not have heard that he is married?added Mrs Croft.

She could now answer as she ought; and was happy to feel
when Mrs Croft's next words explained it to be Mr Wentworth
of whom she spokethat she had said nothing which might not do
for either brother. She immediately felt how reasonable it was
that Mrs Croft should be thinking and speaking of Edward
and not of Frederick; and with shame at her own forgetfulness
applied herself to the knowledge of their former neighbour's
present state with proper interest.

The rest was all tranquillity; tilljust as they were moving
she heard the Admiral say to Mary--

We are expecting a brother of Mrs Croft's here soon; I dare say
you know him by name.

He was cut short by the eager attacks of the little boys
clinging to him like an old friendand declaring he should not go;
and being too much engrossed by proposals of carrying them away
in his coat pockets& have another moment for finishing
or recollecting what he had begunAnne was left to persuade herself
as well as she couldthat the same brother must still be in question.
She could nothoweverreach such a degree of certainty
as not to be anxious to hear whether anything had been said on the subject
at the other housewhere the Crofts had previously been calling.

The folks of the Great House were to spend the evening of this day
at the Cottage; and it being now too late in the year for such visits
to be made on footthe coach was beginning to be listened for
when the youngest Miss Musgrove walked in. That she was coming
to apologizeand that they should have to spend the evening by themselves
was the first black idea; and Mary was quite ready to be affronted
when Louisa made all right by sayingthat she only came on foot
to leave more room for the harpwhich was bringing in the carriage.

And I will tell you our reason,she addedand all about it.
I am come on to give you notice, that papa and mamma are
out of spirits this evening, especially mamma; she is thinking so much
of poor Richard! And we agreed it would be best to have the harp,
for it seems to amuse her more than the piano-forte. I will tell you
why she is out of spirits. When the Crofts called this morning,
(they called here afterwards, did not they?), they happened to say,
that her brother, Captain Wentworth, is just returned to England,
or paid off, or something, and is coming to see them almost directly;
and most unluckily it came into mamma's head, when they were gone,
that Wentworth, or something very like it, was the name of
poor Richard's captain at one time; I do not know when or where,
but a great while before he died, poor fellow! And upon looking over
his letters and things, she found it was so, and is perfectly sure
that this must be the very man, and her head is quite full of it,
and of poor Richard! So we must be as merry as we can, that she may not
be dwelling upon such gloomy things.

The real circumstances of this pathetic piece of family history were
that the Musgroves had had the ill fortune of a very troublesome
hopeless son; and the good fortune to lose him before he reached
his twentieth year; that he had been sent to sea because he was stupid
and unmanageable on shore; that he had been very little cared for
at any time by his familythough quite as much as he deserved;
seldom heard ofand scarcely at all regrettedwhen the intelligence
of his death abroad had worked its way to Uppercrosstwo years before.

He hadin factthough his sisters were now doing all they could for him
by calling him "poor Richard been nothing better than a thick-headed,
unfeeling, unprofitable Dick Musgrove, who had never done anything

to entitle himself to more than the abbreviation of his name,
living or dead.

He had been several years at sea, and had, in the course of those removals
to which all midshipmen are liable, and especially such midshipmen
as every captain wishes to get rid of, been six months on board
Captain Frederick Wentworth's frigate, the Laconia; and from the Laconia
he had, under the influence of his captain, written the only two letters
which his father and mother had ever received from him during the whole
of his absence; that is to say, the only two disinterested letters;
all the rest had been mere applications for money.

In each letter he had spoken well of his captain; but yet,
so little were they in the habit of attending to such matters,
so unobservant and incurious were they as to the names of men or ships,
that it had made scarcely any impression at the time; and that Mrs Musgrove
should have been suddenly struck, this very day, with a recollection
of the name of Wentworth, as connected with her son, seemed one of those
extraordinary bursts of mind which do sometimes occur.

She had gone to her letters, and found it all as she supposed;
and the re-perusal of these letters, after so long an interval,
her poor son gone for ever, and all the strength of his faults forgotten,
had affected her spirits exceedingly, and thrown her into
greater grief for him than she had know on first hearing of his death.
Mr Musgrove was, in a lesser degree, affected likewise; and when
they reached the cottage, they were evidently in want, first,
of being listened to anew on this subject, and afterwards,
of all the relief which cheerful companions could give them.

To hear them talking so much of Captain Wentworth, repeating his name
so often, puzzling over past years, and at last ascertaining that it might,
that it probably would, turn out to be the very same Captain Wentworth
whom they recollected meeting, once or twice, after their coming back
from Clifton--a very fine young man--but they could not say whether
it was seven or eight years ago, was a new sort of trial to Anne's nerves.
She found, however, that it was one to which she must inure herself.
Since he actually was expected in the country, she must teach herself
to be insensible on such points. And not only did it appear that
he was expected, and speedily, but the Musgroves, in their warm gratitude
for the kindness he had shewn poor Dick, and very high respect
for his character, stamped as it was by poor Dick's having been
six months under his care, and mentioning him in strong,
though not perfectly well-spelt praise, as a fine dashing felow
only two perticular about the schoolmaster were bent on
introducing themselves, and seeking his acquaintance, as soon as
they could hear of his arrival.

The resolution of doing so helped to form the comfort of their evening.

Chapter 7

A very few days more, and Captain Wentworth was known to be at Kellynch,
and Mr Musgrove had called on him, and come back warm in his praise,
and he was engaged with the Crofts to dine at Uppercross,
by the end of another week. It had been a great disappointment
to Mr Musgrove to find that no earlier day could be fixed,
so impatient was he to shew his gratitude, by seeing Captain Wentworth
under his own roof, and welcoming him to all that was strongest
and best in his cellars. But a week must pass; only a week,
in Anne's reckoning, and then, she supposed, they must meet;

and soon she began to wish that she could feel secure even for a week.

Captain Wentworth made a very early return to Mr Musgrove's civility,
and she was all but calling there in the same half hour.
She and Mary were actually setting forward for the Great House,
where, as she afterwards learnt, they must inevitably have found him,
when they were stopped by the eldest boy's being at that moment
brought home in consequence of a bad fall. The child's situation
put the visit entirely aside; but she could not hear of her escape
with indifference, even in the midst of the serious anxiety
which they afterwards felt on his account.

His collar-bone was found to be dislocated, and such injury
received in the back, as roused the most alarming ideas.
It was an afternoon of distress, and Anne had every thing to do at once;
the apothecary to send for, the father to have pursued and informed,
the mother to support and keep from hysterics, the servants to control,
the youngest child to banish, and the poor suffering one to attend
and soothe; besides sending, as soon as she recollected it,
proper notice to the other house, which brought her an accession
rather of frightened, enquiring companions, than of very useful assistants.

Her brother's return was the first comfort; he could take best care
of his wife; and the second blessing was the arrival of the apothecary.
Till he came and had examined the child, their apprehensions were
the worse for being vague; they suspected great injury, but knew not where;
but now the collar-bone was soon replaced, and though Mr Robinson
felt and felt, and rubbed, and looked grave, and spoke low words
both to the father and the aunt, still they were all to hope the best,
and to be able to part and eat their dinner in tolerable ease of mind;
and then it was, just before they parted, that the two young aunts
were able so far to digress from their nephew's state, as to give
the information of Captain Wentworth's visit; staying five minutes behind
their father and mother, to endeavour to express how perfectly delighted
they were with him, how much handsomer, how infinitely more agreeable
they thought him than any individual among their male acquaintance,
who had been at all a favourite before. How glad they had been
to hear papa invite him to stay dinner, how sorry when he said
it was quite out of his power, and how glad again when he had promised
in reply to papa and mamma's farther pressing invitations to come
and dine with them on the morrow--actually on the morrow;
and he had promised it in so pleasant a manner, as if he felt
all the motive of their attention just as he ought. And in short,
he had looked and said everything with such exquisite grace,
that they could assure them all, their heads were both turned by him;
and off they ran, quite as full of glee as of love, and apparently
more full of Captain Wentworth than of little Charles.

The same story and the same raptures were repeated, when the two girls came
with their father, through the gloom of the evening, to make enquiries;
and Mr Musgrove, no longer under the first uneasiness about his heir,
could add his confirmation and praise, and hope there would be now
no occasion for putting Captain Wentworth off, and only be sorry to think
that the cottage party, probably, would not like to leave the little boy,
to give him the meeting. Oh no; as to leaving the little boy
both father and mother were in much too strong and recent alarm
to bear the thought; and Anne, in the joy of the escape,
could not help adding her warm protestations to theirs.

Charles Musgrove, indeed, afterwards, shewed more of inclination;
the child was going on so welland he wished so much to be introduced
to Captain Wentworththatperhapshe might join them in the evening;
he would not dine from homebut he might walk in for half an hour."
But in this he was eagerly opposed by his wifewith "Oh! noindeed

CharlesI cannot bear to have you go away. Only think if anything
should happen?"

The child had a good nightand was going on well the next day.
It must be a work of time to ascertain that no injury had been
done to the spine; but Mr Robinson found nothing to increase alarm
and Charles Musgrove beganconsequentlyto feel no necessity
for longer confinement. The child was to be kept in bed and amused
as quietly as possible; but what was there for a father to do?
This was quite a female caseand it would be highly absurd in him
who could be of no use at hometo shut himself up. His father
very much wished him to meet Captain Wentworthand there being
no sufficient reason against ithe ought to go; and it ended in his
making a boldpublic declarationwhen he came in from shooting
of his meaning to dress directlyand dine at the other house.

Nothing can be going on better than the child,said he;
so I told my father, just now, that I would come, and he thought me
quite right. Your sister being with you, my love, I have no scruple at all.
You would not like to leave him yourself, but you see I can be of no use.
Anne will send for me if anything is the matter.

Husbands and wives generally understand when opposition will be vain.
Mary knewfrom Charles's manner of speakingthat he was
quite determined on goingand that it would be of no use to teaze him.
She said nothingthereforetill he was out of the room
but as soon as there was only Anne to hear--

So you and I are to be left to shift by ourselves, with this
poor sick child; and not a creature coming near us all the evening!
I knew how it would be. This is always my luck. If there is
anything disagreeable going on men are always sure to get out of it,
and Charles is as bad as any of them. Very unfeeling! I must say
it is very unfeeling of him to be running away from his poor little boy.
Talks of his being going on so well! How does he know that he is
going on well, or that there may not be a sudden change half an hour hence?
I did not think Charles would have been so unfeeling. So here he is to
go away and enjoy himself, and because I am the poor mother,
I am not to be allowed to stir; and yet, I am sure, I am more unfit
than anybody else to be about the child. My being the mother
is the very reason why my feelings should not be tried. I am not at all
equal to it. You saw how hysterical I was yesterday.

But that was only the effect of the suddenness of your alarm--
of the shock. You will not be hysterical again. I dare say we shall have
nothing to distress us. I perfectly understand Mr Robinson's directions,
and have no fears; and indeed, Mary, I cannot wonder at your husband.
Nursing does not belong to a man; it is not his province.
A sick child is always the mother's property: her own feelings
generally make it so.

I hope I am as fond of my child as any mother, but I do not know
that I am of any more use in the sick-room than Charles,
for I cannot be always scolding and teazing the poor child when it is ill;
and you saw, this morning, that if I told him to keep quiet,
he was sure to begin kicking about. I have not nerves
for the sort of thing.

But, could you be comfortable yourself, to be spending
the whole evening away from the poor boy?

Yes; you see his papa can, and why should not I? Jemima is so careful;
and she could send us word every hour how he was. I really think
Charles might as well have told his father we would all come.

I am not more alarmed about little Charles now than he is.
I was dreadfully alarmed yesterday, but the case is very different to-day.

Well, if you do not think it too late to give notice for yourself,
suppose you were to go, as well as your husband. Leave little Charles
to my care. Mr and Mrs Musgrove cannot think it wrong while I remain
with him.

Are you serious?cried Maryher eyes brightening. "Dear me!
that's a very good thoughtvery goodindeed. To be sure
I may just as well go as notfor I am of no use at home--am I?
and it only harasses me. Youwho have not a mother's feelings
are a great deal the properest person. You can make little Charles
do anything; he always minds you at a word. It will be a great deal better
than leaving him only with Jemima. Oh! I shall certainly go;
I am sure I ought if I canquite as much as Charlesfor they want me
excessively to be acquainted with Captain Wentworthand I know
you do not mind being left alone. An excellent thought of yours
indeedAnne. I will go and tell Charlesand get ready directly.
You can send for usyou knowat a moment's noticeif anything
is the matter; but I dare say there will be nothing to alarm you.
I should not goyou may be sureif I did not feel quite at ease
about my dear child."

The next moment she was tapping at her husband's dressing-room door
and as Anne followed her up stairsshe was in time for
the whole conversationwhich began with Mary's saying
in a tone of great exultation--

I mean to go with you, Charles, for I am of no more use at home
than you are. If I were to shut myself up for ever with the child,
I should not be able to persuade him to do anything he did not like.
Anne will stay; Anne undertakes to stay at home and take care of him.
It is Anne's own proposal, and so I shall go with you, which will be
a great deal better, for I have not dined at the other house since Tuesday.

This is very kind of Anne,was her husband's answerand I should be
very glad to have you go; but it seems rather hard that she should be
left at home by herself, to nurse our sick child.

Anne was now at hand to take up her own causeand the sincerity
of her manner being soon sufficient to convince himwhere conviction
was at least very agreeablehe had no farther scruples as to her being
left to dine alonethough he still wanted her to join them in the evening
when the child might be at rest for the nightand kindly urged her
to let him come and fetch herbut she was quite unpersuadable;
and this being the caseshe had ere long the pleasure of seeing them
set off together in high spirits. They were goneshe hoped
to be happyhowever oddly constructed such happiness might seem;
as for herselfshe was left with as many sensations of comfort
as wereperhapsever likely to be hers. She knew herself to be
of the first utility to the child; and what was it to her
if Frederick Wentworth were only half a mile distantmaking himself
agreeable to others?

She would have liked to know how he felt as to a meeting.
Perhaps indifferentif indifference could exist under such circumstances.
He must be either indifferent or unwilling. Had he wished
ever to see her againhe need not have waited till this time;
he would have done what she could not but believe that in his place
she should have done long agowhen events had been early giving him
the independence which alone had been wanting.

Her brother and sister came back delighted with their new acquaintance

and their visit in general. There had been musicsinging
talkinglaughingall that was most agreeable; charming manners
in Captain Wentworthno shyness or reserve; they seemed all
to know each other perfectlyand he was coming the very next morning
to shoot with Charles. He was to come to breakfastbut not at the Cottage
though that had been proposed at first; but then he had been pressed
to come to the Great House insteadand he seemed afraid of being
in Mrs Charles Musgrove's wayon account of the childand therefore
somehowthey hardly knew howit ended in Charles's being to meet him
to breakfast at his father's.

Anne understood it. He wished to avoid seeing her. He had inquired
after hershe foundslightlyas might suit a former slight acquaintance
seeming to acknowledge such as she had acknowledgedactuatedperhaps
by the same view of escaping introduction when they were to meet.

The morning hours of the Cottage were always later than those
of the other houseand on the morrow the difference was so great
that Mary and Anne were not more than beginning breakfast when
Charles came in to say that they were just setting offthat he was
come for his dogsthat his sisters were following with Captain Wentworth;
his sisters meaning to visit Mary and the childand Captain Wentworth
proposing also to wait on her for a few minutes if not inconvenient;
and though Charles had answered for the child's being in no such state
as could make it inconvenientCaptain Wentworth would not be satisfied
without his running on to give notice.

Maryvery much gratified by this attentionwas delighted to receive him
while a thousand feelings rushed on Anneof which this was
the most consolingthat it would soon be over. And it was soon over.
In two minutes after Charles's preparationthe others appeared;
they were in the drawing-room. Her eye half met Captain Wentworth's
a bowa curtsey passed; she heard his voice; he talked to Mary
said all that was rightsaid something to the Miss Musgroves
enough to mark an easy footing; the room seemed fullfull of persons
and voicesbut a few minutes ended it. Charles shewed himself
at the windowall was readytheir visitor had bowed and was gone
the Miss Musgroves were gone toosuddenly resolving to walk
to the end of the village with the sportsmen: the room was cleared
and Anne might finish her breakfast as she could.

It is over! it is over!she repeated to herself again and again
in nervous gratitude. "The worst is over!"

Mary talkedbut she could not attend. She had seen him.
They had met. They had been once more in the same room.

Soonhowevershe began to reason with herselfand try to be feeling less.
Eight yearsalmost eight years had passedsince all had been given up.
How absurd to be resuming the agitation which such an interval
had banished into distance and indistinctness! What might not
eight years do? Events of every descriptionchangesalienations
removals--allall must be comprised in itand oblivion of the past--
how naturalhow certain too! It included nearly a third part
of her own life.

Alas! with all her reasoningshe foundthat to retentive feelings
eight years may be little more than nothing.

Nowhow were his sentiments to be read? Was this like
wishing to avoid her? And the next moment she was hating herself
for the folly which asked the question.

On one other question which perhaps her utmost wisdom

might not have preventedshe was soon spared all suspense;
forafter the Miss Musgroves had returned and finished their visit
at the Cottage she had this spontaneous information from Mary: --

Captain Wentworth is not very gallant by you, Anne, though he was
so attentive to me. Henrietta asked him what he thought of you,
when they went away, and he said, `You were so altered he should not
have known you again.'

Mary had no feelings to make her respect her sister's in a common way
but she was perfectly unsuspicious of being inflicting any peculiar wound.

Altered beyond his knowledge.Anne fully submittedin silent
deep mortification. Doubtless it was soand she could take no revenge
for he was not alteredor not for the worse. She had already
acknowledged it to herselfand she could not think differently
let him think of her as he would. No: the years which had destroyed
her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowingmanly
open lookin no respect lessening his personal advantages.
She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.

So altered that he should not have known her again!These were words
which could not but dwell with her. Yet she soon began to rejoice
that she had heard them. They were of sobering tendency;
they allayed agitation; they composedand consequently must
make her happier.

Frederick Wentworth had used such wordsor something like them
but without an idea that they would be carried round to her.
He had thought her wretchedly alteredand in the first moment of appeal
had spoken as he felt. He had not forgiven Anne Elliot.
She had used him illdeserted and disappointed him; and worse
she had shewn a feebleness of character in doing sowhich his own decided
confident temper could not endure. She had given him up to oblige others.
It had been the effect of over-persuasion. It had been
weakness and timidity.

He had been most warmly attached to herand had never seen a woman since
whom he thought her equal; butexcept from some natural sensation
of curiosityhe had no desire of meeting her again. Her power with him
was gone for ever.

It was now his object to marry. He was richand being turned on shore
fully intended to settle as soon as he could be properly tempted;
actually looking roundready to fall in love with all the speed
which a clear head and a quick taste could allow. He had a heart
for either of the Miss Musgrovesif they could catch it; a heart
in shortfor any pleasing young woman who came in his way
excepting Anne Elliot. This was his only secret exception
when he said to his sisterin answer to her suppositions:--

Yes, here I am, Sophia, quite ready to make a foolish match.
Anybody between fifteen and thirty may have me for asking.
A little beauty, and a few smiles, and a few compliments to the navy,
and I am a lost man. Should not this be enough for a sailor,
who has had no society among women to make him nice?

He said itshe knewto be contradicted. His bright proud eye
spoke the conviction that he was nice; and Anne Elliot was
not out of his thoughtswhen he more seriously described
the woman he should wish to meet with. "A strong mind
with sweetness of manner made the first and the last of the description.

That is the woman I want said he. Something a little inferior

I shall of course put up withbut it must not be much. If I am a fool
I shall be a fool indeedfor I have thought on the subject
more than most men."

Chapter 8

From this time Captain Wentworth and Anne Elliot were repeatedly
in the same circle. They were soon dining in company together
at Mr Musgrove'sfor the little boy's state could no longer
supply his aunt with a pretence for absenting herself; and this was
but the beginning of other dinings and other meetings.

Whether former feelings were to be renewed must be brought to the proof;
former times must undoubtedly be brought to the recollection of each;
they could not but be reverted to; the year of their engagement
could not but be named by himin the little narratives or descriptions
which conversation called forth. His profession qualified him
his disposition lead himto talk; and "That was in the year six;"
That happened before I went to sea in the year six,occurred
in the course of the first evening they spent together:
and though his voice did not falterand though she had no reason
to suppose his eye wandering towards her while he spoke
Anne felt the utter impossibilityfrom her knowledge of his mind
that he could be unvisited by remembrance any more than herself.
There must be the same immediate association of thought
though she was very far from conceiving it to be of equal pain.

They had no conversation togetherno intercourse but what
the commonest civility required. Once so much to each other!
Now nothing! There had been a timewhen of all the large party
now filling the drawing-room at Uppercrossthey would have found it
most difficult to cease to speak to one another. With the exception
perhapsof Admiral and Mrs Croftwho seemed particularly attached
and happy(Anne could allow no other exceptions even among
the married couples)there could have been no two hearts so open
no tastes so similarno feelings so in unisonno countenances so beloved.
Now they were as strangers; nayworse than strangersfor they could
never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.

When he talkedshe heard the same voiceand discerned the same mind.
There was a very general ignorance of all naval matters throughout the party;
and he was very much questionedand especially by the two Miss Musgroves
who seemed hardly to have any eyes but for himas to the manner
of living on boarddaily regulationsfoodhours&c.and their surprise
at his accountsat learning the degree of accommodation and arrangement
which was practicabledrew from him some pleasant ridicule
which reminded Anne of the early days when she too had been ignorant
and she too had been accused of supposing sailors to be living on board
without anything to eator any cook to dress it if there were
or any servant to waitor any knife and fork to use.

From thus listening and thinkingshe was roused by a whisper
of Mrs Musgrove's whoovercome by fond regretscould not help saying--

Ah! Miss Anne, if it had pleased Heaven to spare my poor son,
I dare say he would have been just such another by this time.

Anne suppressed a smileand listened kindlywhile Mrs Musgrove
relieved her heart a little more; and for a few minutestherefore
could not keep pace with the conversation of the others.

When she could let her attention take its natural course again
she found the Miss Musgroves just fetching the Navy List
(their own navy listthe first that had ever been at Uppercross)
and sitting down together to pore over itwith the professed view
of finding out the ships that Captain Wentworth had commanded.

Your first was the Asp, I remember; we will look for the Asp.

You will not find her there. Quite worn out and broken up.
I was the last man who commanded her. Hardly fit for service then.
Reported fit for home service for a year or two, and so I was sent off
to the West Indies.

The girls looked all amazement.

The Admiralty,he continuedentertain themselves now and then,
with sending a few hundred men to sea, in a ship not fit to be employed.
But they have a great many to provide for; and among the thousands
that may just as well go to the bottom as not, it is impossible
for them to distinguish the very set who may be least missed.

Phoo! phoo!cried the Admiralwhat stuff these young fellows talk!
Never was a better sloop than the Asp in her day. For an old built sloop,
you would not see her equal. Lucky fellow to get her! He knows there
must have been twenty better men than himself applying for her
at the same time. Lucky fellow to get anything so soon,
with no more interest than his.

I felt my luck, Admiral, I assure you;replied Captain Wentworth
seriously. "I was as well satisfied with my appointment as you can desire.
It was a great object with me at that time to be at sea;
a very great objectI wanted to be doing something."

To be sure you did. What should a young fellow like you do ashore
for half a year together? If a man had not a wife, he soon wants
to be afloat again.

But, Captain Wentworth,cried Louisahow vexed you must have been
when you came to the Asp, to see what an old thing they had given you.

I knew pretty well what she was before that day;said hesmiling.
I had no more discoveries to make than you would have as to
the fashion and strength of any old pelisse, which you had seen
lent about among half your acquaintance ever since you could remember,
and which at last, on some very wet day, is lent to yourself.
Ah! she was a dear old Asp to me. She did all that I wanted.
I knew she would. I knew that we should either go to the bottom together,
or that she would be the making of me; and I never had two days
of foul weather all the time I was at sea in her; and after
taking privateers enough to be very entertaining, I had the good luck
in my passage home the next autumn, to fall in with the very French frigate
I wanted. I brought her into Plymouth; and here another instance of luck.
We had not been six hours in the Sound, when a gale came on,
which lasted four days and nights, and which would have done for
poor old Asp in half the time; our touch with the Great Nation
not having much improved our condition. Four-and-twenty hours later,
and I should only have been a gallant Captain Wentworth,
in a small paragraph at one corner of the newspapers; and being lost
in only a sloop, nobody would have thought about me.Anne's shudderings
were to herself alone; but the Miss Musgroves could be as open
as they were sincerein their exclamations of pity and horror.

And so then, I suppose,said Mrs Musgrovein a low voice
as if thinking aloudso then he went away to the Laconia, and there

he met with our poor boy. Charles, my dear,(beckoning him to her)
do ask Captain Wentworth where it was he first met with your poor brother.
I always forgot.

It was at Gibraltar, mother, I know. Dick had been left ill at Gibraltar,
with a recommendation from his former captain to Captain Wentworth.

Oh! but, Charles, tell Captain Wentworth, he need not be afraid
of mentioning poor Dick before me, for it would be rather a pleasure
to hear him talked of by such a good friend.

Charlesbeing somewhat more mindful of the probabilities of the case
only nodded in replyand walked away.

The girls were now hunting for the Laconia; and Captain Wentworth
could not deny himself the pleasure of taking the precious volume
into his own hands to save them the troubleand once more read aloud
the little statement of her name and rateand present
non-commissioned classobserving over it that she too had been
one of the best friends man ever had.

Ah! those were pleasant days when I had the Laconia! How fast I
made money in her. A friend of mine and I had such a lovely cruise
together off the Western Islands. Poor Harville, sister!
You know how much he wanted money: worse than myself. He had a wife.
Excellent fellow. I shall never forget his happiness. He felt it all,
so much for her sake. I wished for him again the next summer,
when I had still the same luck in the Mediterranean.

And I am sure, Sir.said Mrs Musgroveit was a lucky day for us,
when you were put captain into that ship. We shall never forget
what you did.

Her feelings made her speak low; and Captain Wentworth
hearing only in partand probably not having Dick Musgrove at all
near his thoughtslooked rather in suspenseand as if waiting for more.

My brother,whispered one of the girls; "mamma is thinking
of poor Richard."

Poor dear fellow!continued Mrs Musgrove; "he was grown so steady
and such an excellent correspondentwhile he was under your care!
Ah! it would have been a happy thingif he had never left you.
I assure youCaptain Wentworthwe are very sorry he ever left you."

There was a momentary expression in Captain Wentworth's face at this speech
a certain glance of his bright eyeand curl of his handsome mouth
which convinced Annethat instead of sharing in Mrs Musgrove's kind wishes
as to her sonhe had probably been at some pains to get rid of him;
but it was too transient an indulgence of self-amusement to be detected
by any who understood him less than herself; in another moment
he was perfectly collected and seriousand almost instantly afterwards
coming up to the sofaon which she and Mrs Musgrove were sitting
took a place by the latterand entered into conversation with her
in a low voiceabout her sondoing it with so much sympathy
and natural graceas shewed the kindest consideration for all
that was real and unabsurd in the parent's feelings.

They were actually on the same sofafor Mrs Musgrove had
most readily made room for him; they were divided only by Mrs Musgrove.
It was no insignificant barrierindeed. Mrs Musgrove was of
a comfortablesubstantial sizeinfinitely more fitted by nature
to express good cheer and good humourthan tenderness and sentiment;
and while the agitations of Anne's slender formand pensive face

may be considered as very completely screenedCaptain Wentworth
should be allowed some credit for the self-command with which
he attended to her large fat sighings over the destiny of a son
whom alive nobody had cared for.

Personal size and mental sorrow have certainly no necessary proportions.
A large bulky figure has as good a right to be in deep affliction
as the most graceful set of limbs in the world. Butfair or not fair
there are unbecoming conjunctionswhich reason will patronize in vain--
which taste cannot tolerate--which ridicule will seize.

The Admiralafter taking two or three refreshing turns about the room
with his hands behind himbeing called to order by his wife
now came up to Captain Wentworthand without any observation
of what he might be interruptingthinking only of his own thoughts
began with--

If you had been a week later at Lisbon, last spring, Frederick,
you would have been asked to give a passage to Lady Mary Grierson
and her daughters.

Should I? I am glad I was not a week later then.

The Admiral abused him for his want of gallantry. He defended himself;
though professing that he would never willingly admit any ladies
on board a ship of hisexcepting for a ballor a visit
which a few hours might comprehend.

But, if I know myself,said hethis is from no want of gallantry
towards them. It is rather from feeling how impossible it is,
with all one's efforts, and all one's sacrifices, to make
the accommodations on board such as women ought to have.
There can be no want of gallantry, Admiral, in rating the claims of women
to every personal comfort high, and this is what I do. I hate to hear
of women on board, or to see them on board; and no ship under my command
shall ever convey a family of ladies anywhere, if I can help it.

This brought his sister upon him.

Oh! Frederick! But I cannot believe it of you. --All idle refinement!
--Women may be as comfortable on board, as in the best house in England.
I believe I have lived as much on board as most women, and I know
nothing superior to the accommodations of a man-of-war. I declare
I have not a comfort or an indulgence about me, even at Kellynch Hall,
(with a kind bow to Anne)beyond what I always had in most of
the ships I have lived in; and they have been five altogether.

Nothing to the purpose,replied her brother. "You were living
with your husbandand were the only woman on board."

But you, yourself, brought Mrs Harville, her sister, her cousin,
and three children, round from Portsmouth to Plymouth. Where was this
superfine, extraordinary sort of gallantry of yours then?

All merged in my friendship, Sophia. I would assist any
brother officer's wife that I could, and I would bring anything
of Harville's from the world's end, if he wanted it. But do not imagine
that I did not feel it an evil in itself.

Depend upon it, they were all perfectly comfortable.

I might not like them the better for that perhaps. Such a number
of women and children have no right to be comfortable on board.

My dear Frederick, you are talking quite idly. Pray, what would
become of us poor sailors' wives, who often want to be conveyed to
one port or another, after our husbands, if everybody had your feelings?

My feelings, you see, did not prevent my taking Mrs Harville
and all her family to Plymouth.

But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman,
and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures.
We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days.

Ah! my dear,said the Admiralwhen he had got a wife,
he will sing a different tune. When he is married, if we have
the good luck to live to another war, we shall see him do as you and I,
and a great many others, have done. We shall have him very thankful
to anybody that will bring him his wife.

Ay, that we shall.

Now I have done,cried Captain Wentworth. "When once married
people begin to attack me with--`Oh! you will think very differently
when you are married.' I can only say`NoI shall not;' and then
they say again`Yesyou will' and there is an end of it."

He got up and moved away.

What a great traveller you must have been, ma'am!said Mrs Musgrove
to Mrs Croft.

Pretty well, ma'am in the fifteen years of my marriage;
though many women have done more. I have crossed the Atlantic
four times, and have been once to the East Indies, and back again,
and only once; besides being in different places about home:
Cork, and Lisbon, and Gibraltar. But I never went beyond the Streights,
and never was in the West Indies. We do not call Bermuda or Bahama,
you know, the West Indies.

Mrs Musgrove had not a word to say in dissent; she could not accuse herself
of having ever called them anything in the whole course of her life.

And I do assure you, ma'am,pursued Mrs Croftthat nothing can exceed
the accommodations of a man-of-war; I speak, you know, of the higher rates.
When you come to a frigate, of course, you are more confined;
though any reasonable woman may be perfectly happy in one of them;
and I can safely say, that the happiest part of my life has been spent
on board a ship. While we were together, you know, there was nothing
to be feared. Thank God! I have always been blessed with
excellent health, and no climate disagrees with me. A little disordered
always the first twenty-four hours of going to sea, but never knew
what sickness was afterwards. The only time I ever really suffered
in body or mind, the only time that I ever fancied myself unwell,
or had any ideas of danger, was the winter that I passed by myself at Deal,
when the Admiral (Captain Croft then) was in the North Seas.
I lived in perpetual fright at that time, and had all manner of
imaginary complaints from not knowing what to do with myself,
or when I should hear from him next; but as long as we could be together,
nothing ever ailed me, and I never met with the smallest inconvenience.

Aye, to be sure. Yes, indeed, oh yes! I am quite of your opinion,
Mrs Croft,was Mrs Musgrove's hearty answer. "There is nothing so bad
as a separation. I am quite of your opinion. I know what it is
for Mr Musgrove always attends the assizesand I am so glad when
they are overand he is safe back again."

The evening ended with dancing. On its being proposed
Anne offered her servicesas usual; and though her eyes would sometimes
fill with tears as she sat at the instrumentshe was extremely glad
to be employedand desired nothing in return but to be unobserved.

It was a merryjoyous partyand no one seemed in higher spirits
than Captain Wentworth. She felt that he had every thing to elevate
him which general attention and deferenceand especially the attention
of all the young womencould do. The Miss Haytersthe females
of the family of cousins already mentionedwere apparently admitted
to the honour of being in love with him; and as for Henrietta and Louisa
they both seemed so entirely occupied by himthat nothing but
the continued appearance of the most perfect good-will between themselves
could have made it credible that they were not decided rivals.
If he were a little spoilt by such universalsuch eager admiration
who could wonder?

These were some of the thoughts which occupied Annewhile her fingers
were mechanically at workproceeding for half an hour together
equally without errorand without consciousness. Once she felt
that he was looking at herselfobserving her altered features
perhapstrying to trace in them the ruins of the face which had once
charmed him; and once she knew that he must have spoken of her;
she was hardly aware of ittill she heard the answer; but then she was
sure of his having asked his partner whether Miss Elliot never danced?
The answer wasOh, no; never; she has quite given up dancing.
She had rather play. She is never tired of playing.Oncetoo
he spoke to her. She had left the instrument on the dancing being over
and he had sat down to try to make out an air which he wished
to give the Miss Musgroves an idea of. Unintentionally she returned
to that part of the room; he saw herandinstantly rising
saidwith studied politeness--

I beg your pardon, madam, this is your seat;and though she immediately
drew back with a decided negativehe was not to be induced
to sit down again.

Anne did not wish for more of such looks and speeches.
His cold politenesshis ceremonious gracewere worse than anything.

Chapter 9

Captain Wentworth was come to Kellynch as to a hometo stay
as long as he likedbeing as thoroughly the object of
the Admiral's fraternal kindness as of his wife's. He had intended
on first arrivingto proceed very soon into Shropshire
and visit the brother settled in that countrybut the attractions
of Uppercross induced him to put this off. There was so much
of friendlinessand of flatteryand of everything most bewitching
in his reception there; the old were so hospitablethe young so agreeable
that he could not but resolve to remain where he wasand take all
the charms and perfections of Edward's wife upon credit a little longer.

It was soon Uppercross with him almost every day. The Musgroves
could hardly be more ready to invite than he to comeparticularly
in the morningwhen he had no companion at homefor the Admiral
and Mrs Croft were generally out of doors togetherinteresting themselves
in their new possessionstheir grassand their sheepand dawdling about
in a way not endurable to a third personor driving out in a gig
lately added to their establishment.

Hitherto there had been but one opinion of Captain Wentworth
among the Musgroves and their dependencies. It was unvarying
warm admiration everywhere; but this intimate footing was not more
than establishedwhen a certain Charles Hayter returned among them
to be a good deal disturbed by itand to think Captain Wentworth
very much in the way.

Charles Hayter was the eldest of all the cousinsand a very amiable
pleasing young manbetween whom and Henrietta there had been
a considerable appearance of attachment previous to Captain Wentworth's
introduction. He was in orders; and having a curacy in the neighbourhood
where residence was not requiredlived at his father's house
only two miles from Uppercross. A short absence from home
had left his fair one unguarded by his attentions at this critical period
and when he came back he had the pain of finding very altered manners
and of seeing Captain Wentworth.

Mrs Musgrove and Mrs Hayter were sisters. They had each had money
but their marriages had made a material difference in
their degree of consequence. Mr Hayter had some property of his own
but it was insignificant compared with Mr Musgrove's; and while
the Musgroves were in the first class of society in the country
the young Hayters wouldfrom their parents' inferiorretired
and unpolished way of livingand their own defective education
have been hardly in any class at allbut for their connexion
with Uppercrossthis eldest son of course exceptedwho had chosen
to be a scholar and a gentlemanand who was very superior
in cultivation and manners to all the rest.

The two families had always been on excellent termsthere being no pride
on one sideand no envy on the otherand only such a consciousness
of superiority in the Miss Musgrovesas made them pleased
to improve their cousins. Charles's attentions to Henrietta
had been observed by her father and mother without any disapprobation.
It would not be a great match for her; but if Henrietta liked him,--
and Henrietta did seem to like him.

Henrietta fully thought so herselfbefore Captain Wentworth came;
but from that time Cousin Charles had been very much forgotten.

Which of the two sisters was preferred by Captain Wentworth was
as yet quite doubtfulas far as Anne's observation reached.
Henrietta was perhaps the prettiestLouisa had the higher spirits;
and she knew not nowwhether the more gentle or the more lively character
were most likely to attract him.

Mr and Mrs Musgroveeither from seeing littleor from
an entire confidence in the discretion of both their daughters
and of all the young men who came near themseemed to leave everything
to take its chance. There was not the smallest appearance of solicitude
or remark about them in the Mansion-house; but it was different
at the Cottage: the young couple there were more disposed
to speculate and wonder; and Captain Wentworth had not been above
four or five times in the Miss Musgroves' companyand Charles Hayter
had but just reappearedwhen Anne had to listen to the opinions
of her brother and sisteras to which was the one liked best.
Charles gave it for LouisaMary for Henriettabut quite agreeing
that to have him marry either could be extremely delightful.

Charles "had never seen a pleasanter man in his life; and from what
he had once heard Captain Wentworth himself saywas very sure that
he had not made less than twenty thousand pounds by the war.
Here was a fortune at once; besides whichthere would be the chance
of what might be done in any future war; and he was sure Captain Wentworth

was as likely a man to distinguish himself as any officer in the navy.
Oh! it would be a capital match for either of his sisters."

Upon my word it would,replied Mary. "Dear me! If he should
rise to any very great honours! If he should ever be made a baronet!
`Lady Wentworth' sounds very well. That would be a noble thing
indeedfor Henrietta! She would take place of me thenand Henrietta
would not dislike that. Sir Frederick and Lady Wentworth!
It would be but a new creationhoweverand I never think much
of your new creations."

It suited Mary best to think Henrietta the one preferred
on the very account of Charles Hayterwhose pretensions she wished
to see put an end to. She looked down very decidedly upon the Hayters
and thought it would be quite a misfortune to have the existing connection
between the families renewed--very sad for herself and her children.

You know,said sheI cannot think him at all a fit match for Henrietta;
and considering the alliances which the Musgroves have made,
she has no right to throw herself away. I do not think any young woman
has a right to make a choice that may be disagreeable and inconvenient
to the principal part of her family, and be giving bad connections
to those who have not been used to them. And, pray, who is Charles Hayter?
Nothing but a country curate. A most improper match for Miss Musgrove
of Uppercross.

Her husbandhoweverwould not agree with her here; for besides having
a regard for his cousinCharles Hayter was an eldest son
and he saw things as an eldest son himself.

Now you are taking nonsense, Mary,was therefore his answer.
It would not be a great match for Henrietta, but Charles has
a very fair chance, through the Spicers, of getting something from
the Bishop in the course of a year or two; and you will please to remember,
that he is the eldest son; whenever my uncle dies, he steps into very
pretty property. The estate at Winthrop is not less than
two hundred and fifty acres, besides the farm near Taunton,
which is some of the best land in the country. I grant you,
that any of them but Charles would be a very shocking match for Henrietta,
and indeed it could not be; he is the only one that could be possible;
but he is a very good-natured, good sort of a fellow; and whenever Winthrop
comes into his hands, he will make a different sort of place of it,
and live in a very different sort of way; and with that property,
he will never be a contemptible man--good, freehold property. No, no;
Henrietta might do worse than marry Charles Hayter; and if she has him,
and Louisa can get Captain Wentworth, I shall be very well satisfied.

Charles may say what he pleases,cried Mary to Anneas soon as
he was out of the roombut it would be shocking to have Henrietta
marry Charles Hayter; a very bad thing for her, and still worse
for me; and therefore it is very much to be wished that Captain Wentworth
may soon put him quite out of her head, and I have very little doubt
that he has. She took hardly any notice of Charles Hayter yesterday.
I wish you had been there to see her behaviour. And as to
Captain Wentworth's liking Louisa as well as Henrietta, it is nonsense
to say so; for he certainly does like Henrietta a great deal the best.
But Charles is so positive! I wish you had been with us yesterday,
for then you might have decided between us; and I am sure you
would have thought as I did, unless you had been determined
to give it against me.

A dinner at Mr Musgrove's had been the occasion when all these things
should have been seen by Anne; but she had staid at home
under the mixed plea of a headache of her ownand some return

of indisposition in little Charles. She had thought only of avoiding
Captain Wentworth; but an escape from being appealed to as umpire
was now added to the advantages of a quiet evening.

As to Captain Wentworth's viewsshe deemed it of more consequence
that he should know his own mind early enough not to be endangering
the happiness of either sisteror impeaching his own honour
than that he should prefer Henrietta to Louisaor Louisa to Henrietta.
Either of them wouldin all probabilitymake him an affectionate
good-humoured wife. With regard to Charles Haytershe had delicacy
which must be pained by any lightness of conduct in a well-meaning
young womanand a heart to sympathize in any of the sufferings
it occasioned; but if Henrietta found herself mistaken in the nature
of her feelingsthe alternation could not be understood too soon.

Charles Hayter had met with much to disquiet and mortify him
in his cousin's behaviour. She had too old a regard for him
to be so wholly estranged as might in two meetings extinguish
every past hopeand leave him nothing to do but to keep away
from Uppercross: but there was such a change as became very alarming
when such a man as Captain Wentworth was to be regarded as
the probable cause. He had been absent only two Sundays
and when they partedhad left her interestedeven to the height
of his wishesin his prospect of soon quitting his present curacy
and obtaining that of Uppercross instead. It had then seemed the object
nearest her heartthat Dr Shirleythe rectorwho for more than
forty years had been zealously discharging all the duties of his office
but was now growing too infirm for many of themshould be quite fixed
on engaging a curate; should make his curacy quite as good
as he could affordand should give Charles Hayter the promise of it.
The advantage of his having to come only to Uppercrossinstead of going
six miles another way; of his havingin every respecta better curacy;
of his belonging to their dear Dr Shirleyand of deargood Dr Shirley's
being relieved from the duty which he could no longer get through
without most injurious fatiguehad been a great dealeven to Louisa
but had been almost everything to Henrietta. When he came backalas!
the zeal of the business was gone by. Louisa could not listen at all
to his account of a conversation which he had just held with Dr Shirley:
she was at a windowlooking out for Captain Wentworth; and even Henrietta
had at best only a divided attention to giveand seemed to have forgotten
all the former doubt and solicitude of the negotiation.

Well, I am very glad indeed: but I always thought you would have it;
I always thought you sure. It did not appear to me that--in short,
you know, Dr Shirley must have a curate, and you had secured his promise.
Is he coming, Louisa?

One morningvery soon after the dinner at the Musgroves
at which Anne had not been presentCaptain Wentworth walked into
the drawing-room at the Cottagewhere were only herself and the little
invalid Charleswho was lying on the sofa.

The surprise of finding himself almost alone with Anne Elliot
deprived his manners of their usual composure: he started
and could only sayI thought the Miss Musgroves had been here:
Mrs Musgrove told me I should find them here,before he walked
to the window to recollect himselfand feel how he ought to behave.

They are up stairs with my sister: they will be down in a few moments,
I dare say,had been Anne's replyin all the confusion that was natural;
and if the child had not called her to come and do something for him
she would have been out of the room the next momentand released
Captain Wentworth as well as herself.

He continued at the window; and after calmly and politely saying
I hope the little boy is better,was silent.

She was obliged to kneel down by the sofaand remain there
to satisfy her patient; and thus they continued a few minutes
whento her very great satisfactionshe heard some other person
crossing the little vestibule. She hopedon turning her head
to see the master of the house; but it proved to be one
much less calculated for making matters easy--Charles Hayter
probably not at all better pleased by the sight of Captain Wentworth
than Captain Wentworth had been by the sight of Anne.

She only attempted to sayHow do you do? Will you not sit down?
The others will be here presently.

Captain Wentworthhowevercame from his windowapparently
not ill-disposed for conversation; but Charles Hayter soon put an end
to his attempts by seating himself near the tableand taking up
the newspaper; and Captain Wentworth returned to his window.

Another minute brought another addition. The younger boy
a remarkable stoutforward childof two years oldhaving got the door
opened for him by some one withoutmade his determined appearance
among themand went straight to the sofa to see what was going on
and put in his claim to anything good that might be giving away.

There being nothing to eathe could only have some play;
and as his aunt would not let him tease his sick brother
he began to fasten himself upon heras she kneltin such a way that
busy as she was about Charlesshe could not shake him off.
She spoke to himorderedentreatedand insisted in vain.
Once she did contrive to push him awaybut the boy had
the greater pleasure in getting upon her back again directly.

Walter,said sheget down this moment. You are extremely troublesome.
I am very angry with you.

Walter,cried Charles Hayterwhy do you not do as you are bid?
Do not you hear your aunt speak? Come to me, Walter, come to
cousin Charles.

But not a bit did Walter stir.

In another momenthowevershe found herself in the state of
being released from him; some one was taking him from her
though he had bent down her head so muchthat his little sturdy hands
were unfastened from around her neckand he was resolutely borne away
before she knew that Captain Wentworth had done it.

Her sensations on the discovery made her perfectly speechless.
She could not even thank him. She could only hang over little Charles
with most disordered feelings. His kindness in stepping forward
to her reliefthe mannerthe silence in which it had passed
the little particulars of the circumstancewith the conviction soon
forced on her by the noise he was studiously making with the child
that he meant to avoid hearing her thanksand rather sought
to testify that her conversation was the last of his wants
produced such a confusion of varyingbut very painful agitation
as she could not recover fromtill enabled by the entrance of Mary
and the Miss Musgroves to make over her little patient to their cares
and leave the room. She could not stay. It might have been
an opportunity of watching the loves and jealousies of the four--
they were now altogether; but she could stay for none of it.
It was evident that Charles Hayter was not well inclined towards

Captain Wentworth. She had a strong impression of his having said
in a vext tone of voiceafter Captain Wentworth's interference
You ought to have minded me, Walter; I told you not to teaze your aunt;
and could comprehend his regretting that Captain Wentworth should do
what he ought to have done himself. But neither Charles Hayter's feelings
nor anybody's feelingscould interest hertill she had a little better
arranged her own. She was ashamed of herselfquite ashamed
of being so nervousso overcome by such a trifle; but so it was
and it required a long application of solitude and reflection
to recover her.

Chapter 10

Other opportunities of making her observations could not fail to occur.
Anne had soon been in company with all the four together often enough
to have an opinionthough too wise to acknowledge as much at home
where she knew it would have satisfied neither husband nor wife;
for while she considered Louisa to be rather the favourite
she could not but thinkas far as she might dare to judge from memory
and experiencethat Captain Wentworth was not in love with either.
They were more in love with him; yet there it was not love.
It was a little fever of admiration; but it mightprobably must
end in love with some. Charles Hayter seemed aware of being slighted
and yet Henrietta had sometimes the air of being divided between them.
Anne longed for the power of representing to them all what they were about
and of pointing out some of the evils they were exposing themselves to.
She did not attribute guile to any. It was the highest satisfaction
to her to believe Captain Wentworth not in the least aware
of the pain he was occasioning. There was no triumphno pitiful triumph
in his manner. He hadprobablynever heardand never thought of
any claims of Charles Hayter. He was only wrong in accepting
the attentions (for accepting must be the word) of two young women at once.

After a short strugglehoweverCharles Hayter seemed to quit the field.
Three days had passed without his coming once to Uppercross;
a most decided change. He had even refused one regular invitation to dinner;
and having been found on the occasion by Mr Musgrove with some large books
before himMr and Mrs Musgrove were sure all could not be right
and talkedwith grave facesof his studying himself to death.
It was Mary's hope and belief that he had received a positive dismissal
from Henriettaand her husband lived under the constant dependence
of seeing him to-morrow. Anne could only feel that Charles Hayter
was wise.

One morningabout this time Charles Musgrove and Captain Wentworth
being gone a-shooting togetheras the sisters in the Cottage
were sitting quietly at workthey were visited at the window
by the sisters from the Mansion-house.

It was a very fine November dayand the Miss Musgroves came
through the little groundsand stopped for no other purpose than to say
that they were going to take a long walkand therefore concluded
Mary could not like to go with them; and when Mary immediately replied
with some jealousy at not being supposed a good walkerOh, yes,
I should like to join you very much, I am very fond of a long walk;
Anne felt persuadedby the looks of the two girlsthat it was precisely
what they did not wishand admired again the sort of necessity
which the family habits seemed to produceof everything being
to be communicatedand everything being to be done together
however undesired and inconvenient. She tried to dissuade Mary from going
but in vain; and that being the casethought it best to accept

the Miss Musgroves' much more cordial invitation to herself to go likewise
as she might be useful in turning back with her sisterand lessening
the interference in any plan of their own.

I cannot imagine why they should suppose I should not like a long walk,
said Maryas she went up stairs. "Everybody is always supposing
that I am not a good walker; and yet they would not have been pleased
if we had refused to join them. When people come in this manner
on purpose to ask ushow can one say no?"

Just as they were setting offthe gentlemen returned. They had taken out
a young dogwho had spoilt their sportand sent them back early.
Their time and strengthand spiritswerethereforeexactly ready
for this walkand they entered into it with pleasure. Could Anne
have foreseen such a junctionshe would have staid at home; but
from some feelings of interest and curiosityshe fancied now that it was
too late to retractand the whole six set forward together
in the direction chosen by the Miss Musgroveswho evidently
considered the walk as under their guidance.

Anne's object wasnot to be in the way of anybody; and where
the narrow paths across the fields made many separations necessary
to keep with her brother and sister. Her pleasure in the walk
must arise from the exercise and the dayfrom the view of
the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leavesand withered hedges
and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical
descriptions extant of autumnthat season of peculiar and
inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness
that season which had drawn from every poetworthy of being read
some attempt at descriptionor some lines of feeling.
She occupied her mind as much as possible in such like musings
and quotations; but it was not possiblethat when within reach
of Captain Wentworth's conversation with either of the Miss Musgroves
she should not try to hear it; yet she caught little very remarkable.
It was mere lively chatsuch as any young personson an intimate footing
might fall into. He was more engaged with Louisa than with Henrietta.
Louisa certainly put more forward for his notice than her sister.
This distinction appeared to increaseand there was one speech
of Louisa's which struck her. After one of the many praises of the day
which were continually bursting forthCaptain Wentworth added: --

What glorious weather for the Admiral and my sister! They meant to take
a long drive this morning; perhaps we may hail them from
some of these hills. They talked of coming into this side of the country.
I wonder whereabouts they will upset to-day. Oh! it does happen
very often, I assure you; but my sister makes nothing of it;
she would as lieve be tossed out as not.

Ah! You make the most of it, I know,cried Louisabut if it were
really so, I should do just the same in her place. If I loved a man,
as she loves the Admiral, I would always be with him, nothing should ever
separate us, and I would rather be overturned by him, than driven safely
by anybody else.

It was spoken with enthusiasm.

Had you?cried hecatching the same tone; "I honour you!"
And there was silence between them for a little while.

Anne could not immediately fall into a quotation again. The sweet scenes
of autumn were for a while put byunless some tender sonnet
fraught with the apt analogy of the declining yearwith declining
happinessand the images of youth and hopeand springall gone together
blessed her memory. She roused herself to sayas they struck by order

into another pathIs not this one of the ways to Winthrop?
But nobody heardorat leastnobody answered her.

Winthrophoweveror its environs--for young men aresometimes
to be met withstrolling about near home--was their destination;
and after another half mile of gradual ascent through large enclosures
where the ploughs at workand the fresh made path spoke the farmer
counteracting the sweets of poetical despondenceand meaning
to have spring againthey gained the summit of the most considerable hill
which parted Uppercross and Winthropand soon commanded a full view
of the latterat the foot of the hill on the other side.

Winthropwithout beauty and without dignitywas stretched before them
an indifferent housestanding lowand hemmed in by the barns and
buildings of a farm-yard.

Mary exclaimedBless me! here is Winthrop. I declare I had no idea!
Well now, I think we had better turn back; I am excessively tired.

Henriettaconscious and ashamedand seeing no cousin Charles
walking along any pathor leaning against any gatewas ready
to do as Mary wished; but "No!" said Charles Musgroveand "Nono!"
cried Louisa more eagerlyand taking her sister asideseemed to be
arguing the matter warmly.

Charlesin the meanwhilewas very decidedly declaring his resolution
of calling on his auntnow that he was so near; and very evidently
though more fearfullytrying to induce his wife to go too.
But this was one of the points on which the lady shewed her strength;
and when he recommended the advantage of resting herself a quarter
of an hour at Winthropas she felt so tiredshe resolutely answered
Oh! no, indeed! walking up that hill again would do her more harm
than any sitting down could do her good;andin short
her look and manner declaredthat go she would not.

After a little succession of these sort of debates and consultations
it was settled between Charles and his two sistersthat he
and Henrietta should just run down for a few minutesto see their aunt
and cousinswhile the rest of the party waited for them at the top
of the hill. Louisa seemed the principal arranger of the plan;
andas she went a little way with themdown the hillstill talking
to HenriettaMary took the opportunity of looking scornfully around her
and saying to Captain Wentworth--

It is very unpleasant, having such connexions! But, I assure you,
I have never been in the house above twice in my life.

She received no other answerthan an artificialassenting smile
followed by a contemptuous glanceas he turned awaywhich Anne
perfectly knew the meaning of.

The brow of the hillwhere they remainedwas a cheerful spot:
Louisa returned; and Maryfinding a comfortable seat for herself
on the step of a stilewas very well satisfied so long as the others
all stood about her; but when Louisa drew Captain Wentworth away
to try for a gleaning of nuts in an adjoining hedge-row
and they were gone by degrees quite out of sight and sound
Mary was happy no longer; she quarrelled with her own seat
was sure Louisa had got a much better somewhereand nothing could
prevent her from going to look for a better also. She turned through
the same gatebut could not see them. Anne found a nice seat
for heron a dry sunny bankunder the hedge-rowin which
she had no doubt of their still beingin some spot or other.
Mary sat down for a momentbut it would not do; she was sure Louisa

had found a better seat somewhere elseand she would go on
till she overtook her.

Annereally tired herselfwas glad to sit down; and she very soon heard
Captain Wentworth and Louisa in the hedge-rowbehind heras if
making their way back along the roughwild sort of channeldown the
centre. They were speaking as they drew near. Louisa's voice was
the first distinguished. She seemed to be in the middle of some
eager speech. What Anne first heard was--

And so, I made her go. I could not bear that she should be frightened
from the visit by such nonsense. What! would I be turned back from
doing a thing that I had determined to do, and that I knew to be right,
by the airs and interference of such a person, or of any person I may say?
No, I have no idea of being so easily persuaded. When I have
made up my mind, I have made it; and Henrietta seemed entirely
to have made up hers to call at Winthrop to-day; and yet, she was as near
giving it up, out of nonsensical complaisance!

She would have turned back then, but for you?

She would indeed. I am almost ashamed to say it.

Happy for her, to have such a mind as yours at hand! After the hints
you gave just now, which did but confirm my own observations,
the last time I was in company with him, I need not affect
to have no comprehension of what is going on. I see that more than
a mere dutiful morning visit to your aunt was in question;
and woe betide him, and her too, when it comes to things of consequence,
when they are placed in circumstances requiring fortitude and
strength of mind, if she have not resolution enough to resist
idle interference in such a trifle as this. Your sister is
an amiable creature; but yours is the character of decision and firmness,
I see. If you value her conduct or happiness, infuse as much
of your own spirit into her as you can. But this, no doubt,
you have been always doing. It is the worst evil of too yielding
and indecisive a character, that no influence over it can be depended on.
You are never sure of a good impression being durable; everybody
may sway it. Let those who would be happy be firm. Here is a nut,
said hecatching one down from an upper bough. "to exemplify:
a beautiful glossy nutwhichblessed with original strength
has outlived all the storms of autumn. Not a puncturenot
a weak spot anywhere. This nut he continued, with playful solemnity,
while so many of his brethren have fallen and been trodden under foot
is still in possession of all the happiness that a hazel nut can be
supposed capable of." Then returning to his former earnest tone--
My first wish for all whom I am interested in, is that they should be firm.
If Louisa Musgrove would be beautiful and happy in her November of life,
she will cherish all her present powers of mind.

He had doneand was unanswered. It would have surprised Anne if Louisa
could have readily answered such a speech: words of such interest
spoken with such serious warmth! She could imagine what Louisa was feeling.
For herselfshe feared to movelest she should be seen.
While she remaineda bush of low rambling holly protected her
and they were moving on. Before they were beyond her hearing
howeverLouisa spoke again.

Mary is good-natured enough in many respects,said she;
but she does sometimes provoke me excessively, by her nonsense
and pride--the Elliot pride. She has a great deal too much
of the Elliot pride. We do so wish that Charles had married Anne instead.
I suppose you know he wanted to marry Anne?

After a moment's pauseCaptain Wentworth said-

Do you mean that she refused him?

Oh! yes; certainly.

When did that happen?

I do not exactly know, for Henrietta and I were at school at the time;
but I believe about a year before he married Mary. I wish she had
accepted him. We should all have liked her a great deal better;
and papa and mamma always think it was her great friend
Lady Russell's doing, that she did not. They think Charles
might not be learned and bookish enough to please Lady Russell,
and that therefore, she persuaded Anne to refuse him.

The sounds were retreatingand Anne distinguished no more.
Her own emotions still kept her fixed. She had much to recover from
before she could move. The listener's proverbial fate was
not absolutely hers; she had heard no evil of herselfbut she had heard
a great deal of very painful import. She saw how her own character
was considered by Captain Wentworthand there had been just that degree
of feeling and curiosity about her in his manner which must give her
extreme agitation.

As soon as she couldshe went after Maryand having found
and walked back with her to their former stationby the stile
felt some comfort in their whole party being immediately afterwards
collectedand once more in motion together. Her spirits wanted
the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.

Charles and Henrietta returnedbringingas may be conjectured
Charles Hayter with them. The minutiae of the business Anne
could not attempt to understand; even Captain Wentworth did not seem
admitted to perfect confidence here; but that there had been a withdrawing
on the gentleman's sideand a relenting on the lady'sand that they
were now very glad to be together againdid not admit a doubt.
Henrietta looked a little ashamedbut very well pleased;--
Charles Hayter exceedingly happy: and they were devoted to each other
almost from the first instant of their all setting forward for Uppercross.

Everything now marked out Louisa for Captain Wentworth;
nothing could be plainer; and where many divisions were necessary
or even where they were notthey walked side by side nearly as much
as the other two. In a long strip of meadow landwhere there was
ample space for allthey were thus dividedforming three distinct parties;
and to that party of the three which boasted least animation
and least complaisanceAnne necessarily belonged. She joined Charles
and Maryand was tired enough to be very glad of Charles's other arm;
but Charlesthough in very good humour with herwas out of temper
with his wife. Mary had shewn herself disobliging to him
and was now to reap the consequencewhich consequence was
his dropping her arm almost every moment to cut off the heads
of some nettles in the hedge with his switch; and when Mary began
to complain of itand lament her being ill-usedaccording to custom
in being on the hedge sidewhile Anne was never incommoded on the other
he dropped the arms of both to hunt after a weasel which he had
a momentary glance ofand they could hardly get him along at all.

This long meadow bordered a lanewhich their footpathat the end of it
was to crossand when the party had all reached the gate of exit
the carriage advancing in the same directionwhich had been
some time heardwas just coming upand proved to be Admiral Croft's gig.
He and his wife had taken their intended driveand were returning home.

Upon hearing how long a walk the young people had engaged in
they kindly offered a seat to any lady who might be particularly tired;
it would save her a full mileand they were going through Uppercross.
The invitation was generaland generally declined. The Miss Musgroves
were not at all tiredand Mary was either offendedby not being asked
before any of the othersor what Louisa called the Elliot pride
could not endure to make a third in a one horse chaise.

The walking party had crossed the laneand were surmounting an
opposite stileand the Admiral was putting his horse in motion again
when Captain Wentworth cleared the hedge in a moment to say something
to his sister. The something might be guessed by its effects.

Miss Elliot, I am sure you are tired,cried Mrs Croft.
Do let us have the pleasure of taking you home. Here is excellent room
for three, I assure you. If we were all like you, I believe we might
sit four. You must, indeed, you must.

Anne was still in the lane; and though instinctively beginning to decline
she was not allowed to proceed. The Admiral's kind urgency
came in support of his wife's; they would not be refused;
they compressed themselves into the smallest possible space
to leave her a cornerand Captain Wentworthwithout saying a word
turned to herand quietly obliged her to be assisted into the carriage.

Yes; he had done it. She was in the carriageand felt that he had
placed her therethat his will and his hands had done it
that she owed it to his perception of her fatigueand his resolution
to give her rest. She was very much affected by the view of
his disposition towards herwhich all these things made apparent.
This little circumstance seemed the completion of all that had gone before.
She understood him. He could not forgive herbut he could not
be unfeeling. Though condemning her for the pastand considering it
with high and unjust resentmentthough perfectly careless of her
and though becoming attached to anotherstill he could not see her suffer
without the desire of giving her relief. It was a remainder
of former sentiment; it was an impulse of purethough unacknowledged
friendship; it was a proof of his own warm and amiable heart
which she could not contemplate without emotions so compounded
of pleasure and painthat she knew not which prevailed.

Her answers to the kindness and the remarks of her companions
were at first unconsciously given. They had travelled half their way
along the rough lanebefore she was quite awake to what they said.
She then found them talking of "Frederick."

He certainly means to have one or other of those two girls, Sophy,
said the Admiral; "but there is no saying which. He has been
running after themtoolong enoughone would thinkto make up his mind.
Aythis comes of the peace. If it were war nowhe would have
settled it long ago. We sailorsMiss Elliotcannot afford to make
long courtships in time of war. How many days was itmy dear
between the first time of my seeing you and our sitting down together
in our lodgings at North Yarmouth?"

We had better not talk about it, my dear,replied Mrs Croftpleasantly;
for if Miss Elliot were to hear how soon we came to an understanding,
she would never be persuaded that we could be happy together.
I had known you by character, however, long before.

Well, and I had heard of you as a very pretty girl, and what were we
to wait for besides? I do not like having such things so long in hand.
I wish Frederick would spread a little more canvass, and bring us home
one of these young ladies to Kellynch. Then there would always

be company for them. And very nice young ladies they both are;
I hardly know one from the other.

Very good humoured, unaffected girls, indeed,said Mrs Croft
in a tone of calmer praisesuch as made Anne suspect that
her keener powers might not consider either of them as quite worthy
of her brother; "and a very respectable family. One could not be
connected with better people. My dear Admiralthat post!
we shall certainly take that post."

But by coolly giving the reins a better direction herself they happily
passed the danger; and by once afterwards judiciously putting out
her hand they neither fell into a rutnor ran foul of a dung-cart;
and Annewith some amusement at their style of driving
which she imagined no bad representation of the general guidance
of their affairsfound herself safely deposited by them at the Cottage.

Chapter 11

The time now approached for Lady Russell's return: the day was even fixed;
and Annebeing engaged to join her as soon as she was resettled
was looking forward to an early removal to Kellynchand beginning
to think how her own comfort was likely to be affected by it.

It would place her in the same village with Captain Wentworth
within half a mile of him; they would have to frequent the same church
and there must be intercourse between the two families.
This was against her; but on the other handhe spent so much of his time
at Uppercrossthat in removing thence she might be considered rather
as leaving him behindthan as going towards him; andupon the whole
she believed she muston this interesting questionbe the gainer
almost as certainly as in her change of domestic society
in leaving poor Mary for Lady Russell.

She wished it might be possible for her to avoid ever seeing
Captain Wentworth at the Hall: those rooms had witnessed
former meetings which would be brought too painfully before her;
but she was yet more anxious for the possibility of Lady Russell and
Captain Wentworth never meeting anywhere. They did not like each other
and no renewal of acquaintance now could do any good; and were Lady Russell
to see them togethershe might think that he had too much self-possession
and she too little.

These points formed her chief solicitude in anticipating
her removal from Uppercrosswhere she felt she had been stationed
quite long enough. Her usefulness to little Charles would always
give some sweetness to the memory of her two months' visit there
but he was gaining strength apaceand she had nothing else to stay for.

The conclusion of her visithoweverwas diversified in a way
which she had not at all imagined. Captain Wentworthafter being unseen
and unheard of at Uppercross for two whole daysappeared again among them
to justify himself by a relation of what had kept him away.

A letter from his friendCaptain Harvillehaving found him out at last
had brought intelligence of Captain Harville's being settled
with his family at Lyme for the winter; of their being therefore
quite unknowinglywithin twenty miles of each other. Captain Harville
had never been in good health since a severe wound which he received
two years beforeand Captain Wentworth's anxiety to see him
had determined him to go immediately to Lyme. He had been there

for four-and-twenty hours. His acquittal was complete
his friendship warmly honoureda lively interest excited for his friend
and his description of the fine country about Lyme so feelingly attended to
by the partythat an earnest desire to see Lyme themselves
and a project for going thither was the consequence.

The young people were all wild to see Lyme. Captain Wentworth talked
of going there again himselfit was only seventeen miles from Uppercross;
though Novemberthe weather was by no means bad; andin short
Louisawho was the most eager of the eagerhaving formed
the resolution to goand besides the pleasure of doing as she liked
being now armed with the idea of merit in maintaining her own way
bore down all the wishes of her father and mother for putting it off
till summer; and to Lyme they were to go--CharlesMaryAnneHenrietta
Louisaand Captain Wentworth.

The first heedless scheme had been to go in the morning and return at night;
but to this Mr Musgrovefor the sake of his horseswould not consent;
and when it came to be rationally considereda day in
the middle of November would not leave much time for seeing a new place
after deducting seven hoursas the nature of the country required
for going and returning. They wereconsequentlyto stay the night there
and not to be expected back till the next day's dinner. This was felt
to be a considerable amendment; and though they all met at the Great House
at rather an early breakfast hourand set off very punctually
it was so much past noon before the two carriagesMr Musgrove's coach
containing the four ladiesand Charles's curriclein which
he drove Captain Wentworthwere descending the long hill into Lyme
and entering upon the still steeper street of the town itself
that it was very evident they would not have more than time
for looking about thembefore the light and warmth of the day were gone.

After securing accommodationsand ordering a dinner at one of the inns
the next thing to be done was unquestionably to walk directly
down to the sea. They were come too late in the year for any amusement
or variety which Lymeas a public placemight offer. The rooms
were shut upthe lodgers almost all gonescarcely any family
but of the residents left; andas there is nothing to admire
in the buildings themselvesthe remarkable situation of the town
the principal street almost hurrying into the waterthe walk to the Cobb
skirting round the pleasant little baywhichin the season
is animated with bathing machines and company; the Cobb itself
its old wonders and new improvementswith the very beautiful
line of cliffs stretching out to the east of the townare what
the stranger's eye will seek; and a very strange stranger it must be
who does not see charms in the immediate environs of Lyme
to make him wish to know it better. The scenes in its neighbourhood
Charmouthwith its high grounds and extensive sweeps of country
and still moreits sweetretired baybacked by dark cliffs
where fragments of low rock among the sandsmake it the happiest spot
for watching the flow of the tidefor sitting in unwearied contemplation;
the woody varieties of the cheerful village of Up Lyme; andabove all
Pinnywith its green chasms between romantic rockswhere
the scattered forest trees and orchards of luxuriant growth
declare that many a generation must have passed away since the first
partial falling of the cliff prepared the ground for such a state
where a scene so wonderful and so lovely is exhibitedas may
more than equal any of the resembling scenes of the far-famed
Isle of Wight: these places must be visitedand visited again
to make the worth of Lyme understood.

The party from Uppercross passing down by the now deserted
and melancholy looking roomsand still descendingsoon found themselves
on the sea-shore; and lingering onlyas all must linger and gaze

on a first return to the seawho ever deserved to look on it at all
proceeded towards the Cobbequally their object in itself
and on Captain Wentworth's account: for in a small house
near the foot of an old pier of unknown datewere the Harvilles settled.
Captain Wentworth turned in to call on his friend; the others walked on
and he was to join them on the Cobb.

They were by no means tired of wondering and admiring; and not even Louisa
seemed to feel that they had parted with Captain Wentworth long
when they saw him coming after themwith three companions
all well known alreadyby descriptionto be Captain and Mrs Harville
and a Captain Benwickwho was staying with them.

Captain Benwick had some time ago been first lieutenant of the Laconia;
and the account which Captain Wentworth had given of him
on his return from Lyme beforehis warm praise of him as
an excellent young man and an officerwhom he had always valued highly
which must have stamped him well in the esteem of every listener
had been followed by a little history of his private life
which rendered him perfectly interesting in the eyes of all the ladies.
He had been engaged to Captain Harville's sisterand was now
mourning her loss. They had been a year or two waiting for fortune
and promotion. Fortune camehis prize-money as lieutenant being great;
promotiontoocame at last; but Fanny Harville did not live to know it.
She had died the preceding summer while he was at sea. Captain Wentworth
believed it impossible for man to be more attached to woman
than poor Benwick had been to Fanny Harvilleor to be more deeply
afflicted under the dreadful change. He considered his disposition
as of the sort which must suffer heavilyuniting very strong feelings
with quietseriousand retiring mannersand a decided taste for reading
and sedentary pursuits. To finish the interest of the story
the friendship between him and the Harvilles seemedif possible
augmented by the event which closed all their views of alliance
and Captain Benwick was now living with them entirely. Captain Harville
had taken his present house for half a year; his tasteand his health
and his fortuneall directing him to a residence inexpensive
and by the sea; and the grandeur of the countryand the retirement
of Lyme in the winterappeared exactly adapted to Captain Benwick's
state of mind. The sympathy and good-will excited towards Captain Benwick
was very great.

And yet,said Anne to herselfas they now moved forward
to meet the partyhe has not, perhaps, a more sorrowing heart
than I have. I cannot believe his prospects so blighted for ever.
He is younger than I am; younger in feeling, if not in fact;
younger as a man. He will rally again, and be happy with another.

They all metand were introduced. Captain Harville was a tall
dark manwith a sensiblebenevolent countenance; a little lame;
and from strong features and want of healthlooking much older
than Captain Wentworth. Captain Benwick lookedand was
the youngest of the threeandcompared with either of them
a little man. He had a pleasing face and a melancholy air
just as he ought to haveand drew back from conversation.

Captain Harvillethough not equalling Captain Wentworth in manners
was a perfect gentlemanunaffectedwarmand obliging.
Mrs Harvillea degree less polished than her husbandseemedhowever
to have the same good feelings; and nothing could be more pleasant
than their desire of considering the whole party as friends of their own
because the friends of Captain Wentworthor more kindly hospitable
than their entreaties for their all promising to dine with them.
The dinneralready ordered at the innwas at lastthough unwillingly
accepted as a excuse; but they seemed almost hurt that Captain Wentworth

should have brought any such party to Lymewithout considering it
as a thing of course that they should dine with them.

There was so much attachment to Captain Wentworth in all this
and such a bewitching charm in a degree of hospitality so uncommon
so unlike the usual style of give-and-take invitationsand dinners
of formality and displaythat Anne felt her spirits not likely to be
benefited by an increasing acquaintance among his brother-officers.
These would have been all my friends,was her thought;
and she had to struggle against a great tendency to lowness.

On quitting the Cobbthey all went in-doors with their new friends
and found rooms so small as none but those who invite from the heart
could think capable of accommodating so many. Anne had
a moment's astonishment on the subject herself; but it was soon lost
in the pleasanter feelings which sprang from the sight of all
the ingenious contrivances and nice arrangements of Captain Harville
to turn the actual space to the best accountto supply the deficiencies
of lodging-house furnitureand defend the windows and doors
against the winter storms to be expected. The varieties in
the fitting-up of the roomswhere the common necessaries
provided by the ownerin the common indifferent plight
were contrasted with some few articles of a rare species of wood
excellently worked upand with something curious and valuable
from all the distant countries Captain Harville had visited
were more than amusing to Anne; connected as it all was with his profession
the fruit of its laboursthe effect of its influence on his habits
the picture of repose and domestic happiness it presented
made it to her a something moreor lessthan gratification.

Captain Harville was no reader; but he had contrived
excellent accommodationsand fashioned very pretty shelves
for a tolerable collection of well-bound volumesthe property of
Captain Benwick. His lameness prevented him from taking much exercise;
but a mind of usefulness and ingenuity seemed to furnish him with
constant employment within. He drewhe varnishedhe carpentered
he glued; he made toys for the children; he fashioned new netting-needles
and pins with improvements; and if everything else was done
sat down to his large fishing-net at one corner of the room.

Anne thought she left great happiness behind her when they
quitted the house; and Louisaby whom she found herself walking
burst forth into raptures of admiration and delight on the character
of the navy; their friendlinesstheir brotherlinesstheir openness
their uprightness; protesting that she was convinced of sailors having
more worth and warmth than any other set of men in England;
that they only knew how to liveand they only deserved to be
respected and loved.

They went back to dress and dine; and so well had the scheme
answered alreadythat nothing was found amiss; though its being
so entirely out of season,and the "no thoroughfare of Lyme
and the no expectation of company had brought many apologies
from the heads of the inn.

Anne found herself by this time growing so much more hardened
to being in Captain Wentworth's company than she had at first imagined
could ever be, that the sitting down to the same table with him now,
and the interchange of the common civilities attending on it
(they never got beyond), was become a mere nothing.

The nights were too dark for the ladies to meet again till the morrow,
but Captain Harville had promised them a visit in the evening;
and he came, bringing his friend also, which was more than

had been expected, it having been agreed that Captain Benwick
had all the appearance of being oppressed by the presence of
so many strangers. He ventured among them again, however,
though his spirits certainly did not seem fit for the mirth
of the party in general.

While Captains Wentworth and Harville led the talk on one side of the room,
and by recurring to former days, supplied anecdotes in abundance
to occupy and entertain the others, it fell to Anne's lot to be placed
rather apart with Captain Benwick; and a very good impulse
of her nature obliged her to begin an acquaintance with him.
He was shy, and disposed to abstraction; but the engaging mildness of
her countenance, and gentleness of her manners, soon had their effect;
and Anne was well repaid the first trouble of exertion.
He was evidently a young man of considerable taste in reading,
though principally in poetry; and besides the persuasion of having
given him at least an evening's indulgence in the discussion of subjects,
which his usual companions had probably no concern in, she had the hope
of being of real use to him in some suggestions as to the duty and
benefit of struggling against affliction, which had naturally grown out
of their conversation. For, though shy, he did not seem reserved;
it had rather the appearance of feelings glad to burst their
usual restraints; and having talked of poetry, the richness of
the present age, and gone through a brief comparison of opinion
as to the first-rate poets, trying to ascertain whether Marmion
or The Lady of the Lake were to be preferred, and how ranked the Giaour
and The Bride of Abydos; and moreover, how the Giaour was to be pronounced,
he showed himself so intimately acquainted with all the tenderest songs
of the one poet, and all the impassioned descriptions of hopeless agony
of the other; he repeated, with such tremulous feeling, the various lines
which imaged a broken heart, or a mind destroyed by wretchedness,
and looked so entirely as if he meant to be understood,
that she ventured to hope he did not always read only poetry,
and to say, that she thought it was the misfortune of poetry to be
seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely;
and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly
were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly.

His looks shewing him not pained, but pleased with this allusion
to his situation, she was emboldened to go on; and feeling in herself
the right of seniority of mind, she ventured to recommend
a larger allowance of prose in his daily study; and on being requested
to particularize, mentioned such works of our best moralists,
such collections of the finest letters, such memoirs of characters
of worth and suffering, as occurred to her at the moment
as calculated to rouse and fortify the mind by the highest precepts,
and the strongest examples of moral and religious endurances.

Captain Benwick listened attentively, and seemed grateful for
the interest implied; and though with a shake of the head,
and sighs which declared his little faith in the efficacy of any books
on grief like his, noted down the names of those she recommended,
and promised to procure and read them.

When the evening was over, Anne could not but be amused at the idea
of her coming to Lyme to preach patience and resignation to a young man
whom she had never seen before; nor could she help fearing,
on more serious reflection, that, like many other great moralists
and preachers, she had been eloquent on a point in which her own conduct
would ill bear examination.

Chapter 12

Anne and Henrietta, finding themselves the earliest of the party
the next morning, agreed to stroll down to the sea before breakfast.
They went to the sands, to watch the flowing of the tide,
which a fine south-easterly breeze was bringing in with all the grandeur
which so flat a shore admitted. They praised the morning;
gloried in the sea; sympathized in the delight of the fresh-feeling
breeze--and were silent; till Henrietta suddenly began again with--

Oh! yes--I am quite convinced thatwith very few exceptions
the sea-air always does good. There can be no doubt of its having been
of the greatest service to Dr Shirleyafter his illness
last spring twelve-month. He declares himselfthat coming to Lyme
for a monthdid him more good than all the medicine he took;
andthat being by the seaalways makes him feel young again.
NowI cannot help thinking it a pity that he does not live
entirely by the sea. I do think he had better leave Uppercross entirely
and fix at Lyme. Do not youAnne? Do not you agree with me
that it is the best thing he could doboth for himself and Mrs Shirley?
She has cousins hereyou knowand many acquaintancewhich would
make it cheerful for herand I am sure she would be glad
to get to a place where she could have medical attendance at hand
in case of his having another seizure. Indeed I think it quite melancholy
to have such excellent people as Dr and Mrs Shirleywho have been
doing good all their liveswearing out their last days in a place
like Uppercrosswhereexcepting our familythey seem shut out
from all the world. I wish his friends would propose it to him.
I really think they ought. Andas to procuring a dispensation
there could be no difficulty at his time of lifeand with his character.
My only doubt iswhether anything could persuade him to leave his parish.
He is so very strict and scrupulous in his notions; over-scrupulous
I must say. Do not you thinkAnneit is being over-scrupulous?
Do not you think it is quite a mistaken point of conscience
when a clergyman sacrifices his health for the sake of duties
which may be just as well performed by another person? And at Lyme too
only seventeen miles offhe would be near enough to hear
if people thought there was anything to complain of."

Anne smiled more than once to herself during this speech
and entered into the subjectas ready to do good by entering into
the feelings of a young lady as of a young manthough here it was good
of a lower standardfor what could be offered but general acquiescence?
She said all that was reasonable and proper on the business;
felt the claims of Dr Shirley to repose as she ought; saw how very
desirable it was that he should have some activerespectable young man
as a resident curateand was even courteous enough to hint at
the advantage of such resident curate's being married.

I wish,said Henriettavery well pleased with her companion
I wish Lady Russell lived at Uppercross, and were intimate
with Dr Shirley. I have always heard of Lady Russell as a woman of
the greatest influence with everybody! I always look upon her as able
to persuade a person to anything! I am afraid of her, as I have
told you before, quite afraid of her, because she is so very clever;
but I respect her amazingly, and wish we had such a neighbour
at Uppercross.

Anne was amused by Henrietta's manner of being grateful
and amused also that the course of events and the new interests
of Henrietta's views should have placed her friend at all in favour
with any of the Musgrove family; she had only timehowever
for a general answerand a wish that such another woman
were at Uppercrossbefore all subjects suddenly ceased

on seeing Louisa and Captain Wentworth coming towards them.
They came also for a stroll till breakfast was likely to be ready;
but Louisa recollectingimmediately afterwards that she had something
to procure at a shopinvited them all to go back with her into the town.
They were all at her disposal.

When they came to the stepsleading upwards from the beacha gentleman
at the same moment preparing to come downpolitely drew back
and stopped to give them way. They ascended and passed him;
and as they passedAnne's face caught his eyeand he looked at her
with a degree of earnest admirationwhich she could not be insensible of.
She was looking remarkably well; her very regularvery pretty features
having the bloom and freshness of youth restored by the fine wind
which had been blowing on her complexionand by the animation of eye
which it had also produced. It was evident that the gentleman
(completely a gentleman in manner) admired her exceedingly.
Captain Wentworth looked round at her instantly in a way which
shewed his noticing of it. He gave her a momentary glance
a glance of brightnesswhich seemed to sayThat man is struck with you,
and even I, at this moment, see something like Anne Elliot again.

After attending Louisa through her businessand loitering about
a little longerthey returned to the inn; and Annein passing afterwards
quickly from her own chamber to their dining-roomhad nearly run against
the very same gentlemanas he came out of an adjoining apartment.
She had before conjectured him to be a stranger like themselves
and determined that a well-looking groomwho was strolling about
near the two inns as they came backshould be his servant.
Both master and man being in mourning assisted the idea.
It was now proved that he belonged to the same inn as themselves;
and this second meetingshort as it wasalso proved again
by the gentleman's looksthat he thought hers very lovely
and by the readiness and propriety of his apologiesthat he was
a man of exceedingly good manners. He seemed about thirty
and though not handsomehad an agreeable person. Anne felt that
she should like to know who he was.

They had nearly done breakfastwhen the sound of a carriage
(almost the first they had heard since entering Lyme) drew half the party
to the window. It was a gentleman's carriagea curricle
but only coming round from the stable-yard to the front door;
somebody must be going away. It was driven by a servant in mourning.

The word curricle made Charles Musgrove jump up that he might
compare it with his own; the servant in mourning roused Anne's curiosity
and the whole six were collected to lookby the time the owner
of the curricle was to be seen issuing from the door amidst the bows
and civilities of the householdand taking his seatto drive off.

Ah!cried Captain Wentworthinstantlyand with half a glance at Anne
it is the very man we passed.

The Miss Musgroves agreed to it; and having all kindly watched him
as far up the hill as they couldthey returned to the breakfast table.
The waiter came into the room soon afterwards.

Pray,said Captain Wentworthimmediatelycan you tell us the name
of the gentleman who is just gone away?

Yes, Sir, a Mr Elliot, a gentleman of large fortune, came in last night
from Sidmouth. Dare say you heard the carriage, sir, while you were
at dinner; and going on now for Crewkherne, in his way to Bath
and London.

Elliot!Many had looked on each otherand many had repeated the name
before all this had been got througheven by the smart rapidity
of a waiter.

Bless me!cried Mary; "it must be our cousin; it must be our Mr Elliot
it mustindeed! CharlesAnnemust not it? In mourningyou see
just as our Mr Elliot must be. How very extraordinary!
In the very same inn with us! Annemust not it be our Mr Elliot?
my father's next heir? Pray sir turning to the waiter,
did not you heardid not his servant say whether he belonged
to the Kellynch family?"

No, ma'am, he did not mention no particular family; but he said
his master was a very rich gentleman, and would be a baronight some day.

There! you see!cried Mary in an ecstasyjust as I said!
Heir to Sir Walter Elliot! I was sure that would come out,
if it was so. Depend upon it, that is a circumstance which his servants
take care to publish, wherever he goes. But, Anne, only conceive
how extraordinary! I wish I had looked at him more. I wish we had
been aware in time, who it was, that he might have been introduced to us.
What a pity that we should not have been introduced to each other!
Do you think he had the Elliot countenance? I hardly looked at him,
I was looking at the horses; but I think he had something
of the Elliot countenance, I wonder the arms did not strike me!
Oh! the great-coat was hanging over the panel, and hid the arms,
so it did; otherwise, I am sure, I should have observed them,
and the livery too; if the servant had not been in mourning,
one should have known him by the livery.

Putting all these very extraordinary circumstances together,
said Captain Wentworthwe must consider it to be the arrangement
of Providence, that you should not be introduced to your cousin.

When she could command Mary's attentionAnne quietly tried
to convince her that their father and Mr Elliot had notfor many years
been on such terms as to make the power of attempting an introduction
at all desirable.

At the same timehoweverit was a secret gratification to herself
to have seen her cousinand to know that the future owner of Kellynch
was undoubtedly a gentlemanand had an air of good sense.
She would notupon any accountmention her having met with him
the second time; luckily Mary did not much attend to their having
passed close by him in their earlier walkbut she would have felt
quite ill-used by Anne's having actually run against him in the passage
and received his very polite excuseswhile she had never been
near him at all; nothat cousinly little interview must remain
a perfect secret.

Of course,said Maryyou will mention our seeing Mr Elliot,
the next time you write to Bath. I think my father certainly
ought to hear of it; do mention all about him.

Anne avoided a direct replybut it was just the circumstance
which she considered as not merely unnecessary to be communicated
but as what ought to be suppressed. The offence which had been given
her fathermany years backshe knew; Elizabeth's particular share in it
she suspected; and that Mr Elliot's idea always produced irritation in both
was beyond a doubt. Mary never wrote to Bath herself; all the toil
of keeping up a slow and unsatisfactory correspondence with Elizabeth
fell on Anne.

Breakfast had not been long overwhen they were joined by Captain

and Mrs Harville and Captain Benwick; with whom they had appointed
to take their last walk about Lyme. They ought to be setting off
for Uppercross by oneand in the mean while were to be all together
and out of doors as long as they could.

Anne found Captain Benwick getting near heras soon as they were all
fairly in the street. Their conversation the preceding evening
did not disincline him to seek her again; and they walked together
some timetalking as before of Mr Scott and Lord Byron
and still as unable as beforeand as unable as any other two readers
to think exactly alike of the merits of eithertill something
occasioned an almost general change amongst their partyand instead of
Captain Benwickshe had Captain Harville by her side.

Miss Elliot,said hespeaking rather lowyou have done a good deed
in making that poor fellow talk so much. I wish he could have
such company oftener. It is bad for him, I know, to be shut up as he is;
but what can we do? We cannot part.

No,said Annethat I can easily believe to be impossible;
but in time, perhaps--we know what time does in every case of affliction,
and you must remember, Captain Harville, that your friend
may yet be called a young mourner--only last summer, I understand.

Ay, true enough,(with a deep sigh) "only June."

And not known to him, perhaps, so soon.

Not till the first week of August, when he came home from the Cape,
just made into the Grappler. I was at Plymouth dreading to hear of him;
he sent in letters, but the Grappler was under orders for Portsmouth.
There the news must follow him, but who was to tell it? not I.
I would as soon have been run up to the yard-arm. Nobody could do it,
but that good fellow(pointing to Captain Wentworth.) "The Laconia
had come into Plymouth the week before; no danger of her
being sent to sea again. He stood his chance for the rest;
wrote up for leave of absencebut without waiting the return
travelled night and day till he got to Portsmouthrowed off
to the Grappler that instantand never left the poor fellow for a week.
That's what he didand nobody else could have saved poor James.
You may thinkMiss Elliotwhether he is dear to us!"

Anne did think on the question with perfect decisionand said as much
in reply as her own feeling could accomplishor as his seemed
able to bearfor he was too much affected to renew the subject
and when he spoke againit was of something totally different.

Mrs Harville's giving it as her opinion that her husband would have
quite walking enough by the time he reached homedetermined the direction
of all the party in what was to be their last walk; they would
accompany them to their doorand then return and set off themselves.
By all their calculations there was just time for this; but as they drew
near the Cobbthere was such a general wish to walk along it once more
all were so inclinedand Louisa soon grew so determined
that the difference of a quarter of an hourit was found
would be no difference at all; so with all the kind leave-taking
and all the kind interchange of invitations and promises which
may be imaginedthey parted from Captain and Mrs Harville
at their own doorand still accompanied by Captain Benwick
who seemed to cling to them to the lastproceeded to make
the proper adieus to the Cobb.

Anne found Captain Benwick again drawing near her. Lord Byron's
dark blue seascould not fail of being brought forward by

their present viewand she gladly gave him all her attention as long as
attention was possible. It was soon drawnperforce another way.

There was too much wind to make the high part of the new Cobb pleasant
for the ladiesand they agreed to get down the steps to the lower
and all were contented to pass quietly and carefully down the steep flight
excepting Louisa; she must be jumped down them by Captain Wentworth.
In all their walkshe had had to jump her from the stiles;
the sensation was delightful to her. The hardness of the pavement
for her feetmade him less willing upon the present occasion;
he did ithowever. She was safely downand instantly
to show her enjoymentran up the steps to be jumped down again.
He advised her against itthought the jar too great; but no
he reasoned and talked in vainshe smiled and saidI am determined
I will:he put out his hands; she was too precipitate by half a second
she fell on the pavement on the Lower Cobband was taken up lifeless!
There was no woundno bloodno visible bruise; but her eyes were closed
she breathed nother face was like death. The horror of the moment
to all who stood around!

Captain Wentworthwho had caught her upknelt with her in his arms
looking on her with a face as pallid as her ownin an agony of silence.
She is dead! she is dead!screamed Marycatching hold of her
husbandand contributing with his own horror to make him immoveable;
and in another momentHenriettasinking under the convictionlost
her senses tooand would have fallen on the stepsbut for Captain
Benwick and Annewho caught and supported her between them.

Is there no one to help me?were the first words which
burst from Captain Wentworthin a tone of despairand as if
all his own strength were gone.

Go to him, go to him,cried Annefor heaven's sake go to him.
I can support her myself. Leave me, and go to him. Rub her hands,
rub her temples; here are salts; take them, take them.

Captain Benwick obeyedand Charles at the same moment
disengaging himself from his wifethey were both with him;
and Louisa was raised up and supported more firmly between them
and everything was done that Anne had promptedbut in vain;
while Captain Wentworthstaggering against the wall for his support
exclaimed in the bitterest agony--

Oh God! her father and mother!

A surgeon!said Anne.

He caught the word; it seemed to rouse him at onceand saying only--
True, true, a surgeon this instant,was darting away
when Anne eagerly suggested--

Captain Benwick, would not it be better for Captain Benwick?
He knows where a surgeon is to be found.

Every one capable of thinking felt the advantage of the idea
and in a moment (it was all done in rapid moments) Captain Benwick had
resigned the poor corpse-like figure entirely to the brother's care
and was off for the town with the utmost rapidity.

As to the wretched party left behindit could scarcely be said
which of the threewho were completely rationalwas suffering most:
Captain WentworthAnneor Charleswhoreally a very affectionate
brotherhung over Louisa with sobs of griefand could only turn his eyes
from one sisterto see the other in a state as insensible

or to witness the hysterical agitations of his wifecalling on him
for help which he could not give.

Anneattending with all the strength and zealand thought
which instinct suppliedto Henriettastill triedat intervals
to suggest comfort to the otherstried to quiet Maryto animate Charles
to assuage the feelings of Captain Wentworth. Both seemed to look to her
for directions.

Anne, Anne,cried CharlesWhat is to be done next?
What, in heaven's name, is to be done next?

Captain Wentworth's eyes were also turned towards her.

Had not she better be carried to the inn? Yes, I am sure:
carry her gently to the inn.

Yes, yes, to the inn,repeated Captain Wentworthcomparatively
collectedand eager to be doing something. "I will carry her myself.
Musgrovetake care of the others."

By this time the report of the accident had spread among the workmen
and boatmen about the Cobband many were collected near them
to be useful if wantedat any rateto enjoy the sight of
a dead young ladynaytwo dead young ladiesfor it proved twice as fine
as the first report. To some of the best-looking of these good people
Henrietta was consignedforthough partially revived
she was quite helpless; and in this mannerAnne walking by her side
and Charles attending to his wifethey set forwardtreading back
with feelings unutterablethe groundwhich so latelyso very lately
and so light of heartthey had passed along.

They were not off the Cobbbefore the Harvilles met them.
Captain Benwick had been seen flying by their housewith a countenance
which showed something to be wrong; and they had set off immediately
informed and directed as they passedtowards the spot.
Shocked as Captain Harville washe brought senses and nerves
that could be instantly useful; and a look between him and his wife
decided what was to be done. She must be taken to their house;
all must go to their house; and await the surgeon's arrival there.
They would not listen to scruples: he was obeyed; they were all
beneath his roof; and while Louisaunder Mrs Harville's direction
was conveyed up stairsand given possession of her own bed
assistancecordialsrestoratives were supplied by her husband
to all who needed them.

Louisa had once opened her eyesbut soon closed them again
without apparent consciousness. This had been a proof of life
howeverof service to her sister; and Henriettathough perfectly
incapable of being in the same room with Louisawas kept
by the agitation of hope and fearfrom a return of her own insensibility.
Marytoowas growing calmer.

The surgeon was with them almost before it had seemed possible.
They were sick with horrorwhile he examined; but he was not hopeless.
The head had received a severe contusionbut he had seen greater injuries
recovered from: he was by no means hopeless; he spoke cheerfully.

That he did not regard it as a desperate casethat he did not say
a few hours must end itwas at first feltbeyond the hope of most;
and the ecstasy of such a reprievethe rejoicingdeep and silent
after a few fervent ejaculations of gratitude to Heaven had been offered
may be conceived.

The tonethe lookwith which "Thank God!" was uttered
by Captain WentworthAnne was sure could never be forgotten by her;
nor the sight of him afterwardsas he sat near a tableleaning over it
with folded arms and face concealedas if overpowered by
the various feelings of his souland trying by prayer and reflection
to calm them.

Louisa's limbs had escaped. There was no injury but to the head.

It now became necessary for the party to consider what was best to be done
as to their general situation. They were now able to speak to each other
and consult. That Louisa must remain where she washowever distressing
to her friends to be involving the Harvilles in such trouble
did not admit a doubt. Her removal was impossible. The Harvilles
silenced all scruples; andas much as they couldall gratitude.
They had looked forward and arranged everything before the others
began to reflect. Captain Benwick must give up his room to them
and get another bed elsewhere; and the whole was settled.
They were only concerned that the house could accommodate no more;
and yet perhapsby "putting the children away in the maid's room
or swinging a cot somewhere they could hardly bear to think of not
finding room for two or three besides, supposing they might wish to stay;
though, with regard to any attendance on Miss Musgrove, there need not be
the least uneasiness in leaving her to Mrs Harville's care entirely.
Mrs Harville was a very experienced nurse, and her nursery-maid,
who had lived with her long, and gone about with her everywhere,
was just such another. Between these two, she could want
no possible attendance by day or night. And all this was said
with a truth and sincerity of feeling irresistible.

Charles, Henrietta, and Captain Wentworth were the three in consultation,
and for a little while it was only an interchange of perplexity and terror.
Uppercrossthe necessity of some one's going to Uppercross;
the news to be conveyed; how it could be broken to Mr and Mrs Musgrove;
the lateness of the morning; an hour already gone since they
ought to have been off; the impossibility of being in tolerable time."
At firstthey were capable of nothing more to the purpose
than such exclamations; butafter a whileCaptain Wentworth
exerting himselfsaid--

We must be decided, and without the loss of another minute.
Every minute is valuable. Some one must resolve on being off
for Uppercross instantly. Musgrove, either you or I must go.

Charles agreedbut declared his resolution of not going away.
He would be as little incumbrance as possible to Captain and Mrs Harville;
but as to leaving his sister in such a statehe neither oughtnor would.
So far it was decided; and Henrietta at first declared the same.
Shehoweverwas soon persuaded to think differently. The usefulness
of her staying! She who had not been able to remain in Louisa's room
or to look at herwithout sufferings which made her worse than helpless!
She was forced to acknowledge that she could do no good
yet was still unwilling to be awaytilltouched by the thought
of her father and mothershe gave it up; she consented
she was anxious to be at home.

The plan had reached this pointwhen Annecoming quietly
down from Louisa's roomcould not but hear what followed
for the parlour door was open.

Then it is settled, Musgrove,cried Captain Wentworth
that you stay, and that I take care of your sister home.
But as to the rest, as to the others, if one stays to assist Mrs Harville,
I think it need be only one. Mrs Charles Musgrove will, of course,

wish to get back to her children; but if Anne will stay, no one so proper,
so capable as Anne.

She paused a moment to recover from the emotion of hearing herself
so spoken of. The other two warmly agreed with what he said
and she then appeared.

You will stay, I am sure; you will stay and nurse her;cried he
turning to her and speaking with a glowand yet a gentleness
which seemed almost restoring the past. She coloured deeply
and he recollected himself and moved away. She expressed herself
most willingreadyhappy to remain. "It was what she had been
thinking ofand wishing to be allowed to do. A bed on the floor
in Louisa's room would be sufficient for herif Mrs Harville
would but think so."

One thing moreand all seemed arranged. Though it was rather desirable
that Mr and Mrs Musgrove should be previously alarmed by some
share of delay; yet the time required by the Uppercross horses
to take them backwould be a dreadful extension of suspense;
and Captain Wentworth proposedand Charles Musgrove agreed
that it would be much better for him to take a chaise from the inn
and leave Mr Musgrove's carriage and horses to be sent home
the next morning earlywhen there would be the farther advantage
of sending an account of Louisa's night.

Captain Wentworth now hurried off to get everything ready on his part
and to be soon followed by the two ladies. When the plan was
made known to Maryhoweverthere was an end of all peace in it.
She was so wretched and so vehementcomplained so much of injustice
in being expected to go away instead of Anne; Annewho was
nothing to Louisawhile she was her sisterand had the best right
to stay in Henrietta's stead! Why was not she to be as useful as Anne?
And to go home without Charlestoowithout her husband!
Noit was too unkind. And in shortshe said more than her husband
could long withstandand as none of the others could oppose
when he gave waythere was no help for it; the change of Mary for Anne
was inevitable.

Anne had never submitted more reluctantly to the jealous
and ill-judging claims of Mary; but so it must beand they set off
for the townCharles taking care of his sisterand Captain Benwick
attending to her. She gave a moment's recollectionas they hurried along
to the little circumstances which the same spots had witnessed
earlier in the morning. There she had listened to Henrietta's schemes
for Dr Shirley's leaving Uppercross; farther onshe had
first seen Mr Elliot; a moment seemed all that could now be given
to any one but Louisaor those who were wrapt up in her welfare.

Captain Benwick was most considerately attentive to her; and
united as they all seemed by the distress of the dayshe felt
an increasing degree of good-will towards himand a pleasure even
in thinking that it mightperhapsbe the occasion of continuing
their acquaintance.

Captain Wentworth was on the watch for themand a chaise and four in waiting
stationed for their convenience in the lowest part of the street;
but his evident surprise and vexation at the substitution of one sister
for the otherthe change in his countenancethe astonishment
the expressions begun and suppressedwith which Charles was listened to
made but a mortifying reception of Anne; or must at least convince her
that she was valued only as she could be useful to Louisa.

She endeavoured to be composedand to be just. Without emulating

the feelings of an Emma towards her Henryshe would have
attended on Louisa with a zeal above the common claims of regard
for his sake; and she hoped he would not long be so unjust
as to suppose she would shrink unnecessarily from the office of a friend.

In the mean while she was in the carriage. He had handed them both in
and placed himself between them; and in this mannerunder these
circumstancesfull of astonishment and emotion to Anneshe quitted Lyme.
How the long stage would pass; how it was to affect their manners;
what was to be their sort of intercourseshe could not foresee.
It was all quite naturalhowever. He was devoted to Henrietta;
always turning towards her; and when he spoke at allalways with the view
of supporting her hopes and raising her spirits. In general
his voice and manner were studiously calm. To spare Henrietta
from agitation seemed the governing principle. Once only
when she had been grieving over the last ill-judgedill-fated
walk to the Cobbbitterly lamenting that it ever had been thought of
he burst forthas if wholly overcome--

Don't talk of it, don't talk of it,he cried. "Oh God! that I had
not given way to her at the fatal moment! Had I done as I ought!
But so eager and so resolute! Dearsweet Louisa!"

Anne wondered whether it ever occurred to him nowto question the justness
of his own previous opinion as to the universal felicity and advantage
of firmness of character; and whether it might not strike him that
like all other qualities of the mindit should have its proportions
and limits. She thought it could scarcely escape him to feel
that a persuadable temper might sometimes be as much in favour of happiness
as a very resolute character.

They got on fast. Anne was astonished to recognise the same hills
and the same objects so soon. Their actual speedheightened by
some dread of the conclusionmade the road appear but half as long
as on the day before. It was growing quite duskhowever
before they were in the neighbourhood of Uppercrossand there had been
total silence among them for some timeHenrietta leaning back
in the cornerwith a shawl over her facegiving the hope of her
having cried herself to sleep; whenas they were going up their last hill
Anne found herself all at once addressed by Captain Wentworth.
In a lowcautious voicehe said: --

I have been considering what we had best do. She must not
appear at first. She could not stand it. I have been thinking whether
you had not better remain in the carriage with her, while I go in
and break it to Mr and Mrs Musgrove. Do you think this is a good plan?

She did: he was satisfiedand said no more. But the remembrance
of the appeal remained a pleasure to heras a proof of friendship
and of deference for her judgementa great pleasure; and when it became
a sort of parting proofits value did not lessen.

When the distressing communication at Uppercross was over
and he had seen the father and mother quite as composed as could be hoped
and the daughter all the better for being with themhe announced
his intention of returning in the same carriage to Lyme;
and when the horses were baitedhe was off.

(End of volume one.)

Chapter 13

The remainder of Anne's time at Uppercrosscomprehending only two days
was spent entirely at the Mansion House; and she had the satisfaction
of knowing herself extremely useful thereboth as an immediate companion
and as assisting in all those arrangements for the futurewhich
in Mr and Mrs Musgrove's distressed state of spiritswould have
been difficulties.

They had an early account from Lyme the next morning. Louisa was
much the same. No symptoms worse than before had appeared.
Charles came a few hours afterwardsto bring a later and
more particular account. He was tolerably cheerful. A speedy cure
must not be hopedbut everything was going on as well
as the nature of the case admitted. In speaking of the Harvilles
he seemed unable to satisfy his own sense of their kindness
especially of Mrs Harville's exertions as a nurse. "She really left
nothing for Mary to do. He and Mary had been persuaded to go early
to their inn last night. Mary had been hysterical again this morning.
When he came awayshe was going to walk out with Captain Benwick
whichhe hopedwould do her good. He almost wished she had been
prevailed on to come home the day before; but the truth was
that Mrs Harville left nothing for anybody to do."

Charles was to return to Lyme the same afternoonand his father
had at first half a mind to go with himbut the ladies could not consent.
It would be going only to multiply trouble to the others
and increase his own distress; and a much better scheme followed
and was acted upon. A chaise was sent for from Crewkherne
and Charles conveyed back a far more useful person in the old nursery-maid
of the familyone who having brought up all the children
and seen the very lastthe lingering and long-petted Master Harry
sent to school after his brotherswas now living in her deserted nursery
to mend stockings and dress all the blains and bruises she could
get near herand whoconsequentlywas only too happy in being
allowed to go and help nurse dear Miss Louisa. Vague wishes of
getting Sarah thitherhad occurred before to Mrs Musgrove and Henrietta;
but without Anneit would hardly have been resolved on
and found practicable so soon.

They were indebtedthe next dayto Charles Hayterfor all
the minute knowledge of Louisawhich it was so essential to obtain
every twenty-four hours. He made it his business to go to Lyme
and his account was still encouraging. The intervals of sense
and consciousness were believed to be stronger. Every report agreed
in Captain Wentworth's appearing fixed in Lyme.

Anne was to leave them on the morrowan event which they all dreaded.
What should they do without her? They were wretched comforters
for one another.And so much was said in this waythat Anne thought
she could not do better than impart among them the general inclination
to which she was privyand persuaded them all to go to Lyme at once.
She had little difficulty; it was soon determined that they would go;
go to-morrowfix themselves at the innor get into lodgings
as it suitedand there remain till dear Louisa could be moved.
They must be taking off some trouble from the good people she was with;
they might at least relieve Mrs Harville from the care of her own children;
and in shortthey were so happy in the decisionthat Anne was delighted
with what she had doneand felt that she could not spend her
last morning at Uppercross better than in assisting their preparations
and sending them off at an early hourthough her being left
to the solitary range of the house was the consequence.

She was the lastexcepting the little boys at the cottage
she was the very lastthe only remaining one of all that had filled

and animated both housesof all that had given Uppercross
its cheerful character. A few days had made a change indeed!

If Louisa recoveredit would all be well again. More than
former happiness would be restored. There could not be a doubt
to her mind there was noneof what would follow her recovery.
A few months henceand the room now so desertedoccupied but by
her silentpensive selfmight be filled again with all that was happy
and gayall that was glowing and bright in prosperous love
all that was most unlike Anne Elliot!

An hour's complete leisure for such reflections as these
on a dark November daya small thick rain almost blotting out
the very few objects ever to be discerned from the windowswas enough
to make the sound of Lady Russell's carriage exceedingly welcome;
and yetthough desirous to be goneshe could not quit the Mansion House
or look an adieu to the Cottagewith its blackdripping and
comfortless verandaor even notice through the misty glasses
the last humble tenements of the villagewithout a saddened heart.
Scenes had passed in Uppercross which made it precious.
It stood the record of many sensations of painonce severe
but now softened; and of some instances of relenting feeling
some breathings of friendship and reconciliationwhich could
never be looked for againand which could never cease to be dear.
She left it all behind herall but the recollection that
such things had been.

Anne had never entered Kellynch since her quitting Lady Russell's house
in September. It had not been necessaryand the few occasions of
its being possible for her to go to the Hall she had contrived to evade
and escape from. Her first return was to resume her place in the modern
and elegant apartments of the Lodgeand to gladden the eyes
of its mistress.

There was some anxiety mixed with Lady Russell's joy in meeting her.
She knew who had been frequenting Uppercross. But happily
either Anne was improved in plumpness and looksor Lady Russell
fancied her so; and Annein receiving her compliments on the occasion
had the amusement of connecting them with the silent admiration
of her cousinand of hoping that she was to be blessed with
a second spring of youth and beauty.

When they came to converseshe was soon sensible of some mental change.
The subjects of which her heart had been full on leaving Kellynch
and which she had felt slightedand been compelled to smother
among the Musgroveswere now become but of secondary interest.
She had lately lost sight even of her father and sister and Bath.
Their concerns had been sunk under those of Uppercross;
and when Lady Russell reverted to their former hopes and fears
and spoke her satisfaction in the house in Camden Place
which had been takenand her regret that Mrs Clay should still
be with themAnne would have been ashamed to have it known
how much more she was thinking of Lyme and Louisa Musgrove
and all her acquaintance there; how much more interesting to her
was the home and the friendship of the Harvilles and Captain Benwick
than her own father's house in Camden Placeor her own sister's intimacy
with Mrs Clay. She was actually forced to exert herself
to meet Lady Russell with anything like the appearance of equal solicitude
on topics which had by nature the first claim on her.

There was a little awkwardness at first in their discourse
on another subject. They must speak of the accident at Lyme.
Lady Russell had not been arrived five minutes the day before
when a full account of the whole had burst on her; but still it must

be talked ofshe must make enquiriesshe must regret the imprudence
lament the resultand Captain Wentworth's name must be mentioned by both.
Anne was conscious of not doing it so well as Lady Russell.
She could not speak the nameand look straight forward to
Lady Russell's eyetill she had adopted the expedient of telling her
briefly what she thought of the attachment between him and Louisa.
When this was toldhis name distressed her no longer.

Lady Russell had only to listen composedlyand wish them happy
but internally her heart revelled in angry pleasurein pleased contempt
that the man who at twenty-three had seemed to understand somewhat
of the value of an Anne Elliotshouldeight years afterwards
be charmed by a Louisa Musgrove.

The first three or four days passed most quietlywith no circumstance
to mark them excepting the receipt of a note or two from Lyme
which found their way to Anneshe could not tell howand brought
a rather improving account of Louisa. At the end of that period
Lady Russell's politeness could repose no longerand the fainter
self-threatenings of the past became in a decided tone
I must call on Mrs Croft; I really must call upon her soon.
Anne, have you courage to go with me, and pay a visit in that house?
It will be some trial to us both.

Anne did not shrink from it; on the contraryshe truly felt as she said
in observing--

I think you are very likely to suffer the most of the two;
your feelings are less reconciled to the change than mine.
By remaining in the neighbourhood, I am become inured to it.

She could have said more on the subject; for she had in fact
so high an opinion of the Croftsand considered her father
so very fortunate in his tenantsfelt the parish to be so sure
of a good exampleand the poor of the best attention and relief
that however sorry and ashamed for the necessity of the removal
she could not but in conscience feel that they were gone
who deserved not to stayand that Kellynch Hall had passed
into better hands than its owners'. These convictions must unquestionably
have their own painand severe was its kind; but they precluded
that pain which Lady Russell would suffer in entering the house again
and returning through the well-known apartments.

In such moments Anne had no power of saying to herself
These rooms ought to belong only to us. Oh, how fallen
in their destination! How unworthily occupied! An ancient family
to be so driven away! Strangers filling their place!
Noexcept when she thought of her motherand remembered where
she had been used to sit and presideshe had no sigh of that description
to heave.

Mrs Croft always met her with a kindness which gave her the pleasure
of fancying herself a favouriteand on the present occasion
receiving her in that housethere was particular attention.

The sad accident at Lyme was soon the prevailing topic
and on comparing their latest accounts of the invalidit appeared
that each lady dated her intelligence from the same hour of yestermorn;
that Captain Wentworth had been in Kellynch yesterday (the first time
since the accident)had brought Anne the last notewhich she had
not been able to trace the exact steps of; had staid a few hours
and then returned again to Lymeand without any present intention
of quitting it any more. He had enquired after hershe found
particularly; had expressed his hope of Miss Elliot's not being

the worse for her exertionsand had spoken of those exertions as great.
This was handsomeand gave her more pleasure than almost anything else
could have done.

As to the sad catastrophe itselfit could be canvassed only in one style
by a couple of steadysensible womenwhose judgements had to work
on ascertained events; and it was perfectly decided that it had been
the consequence of much thoughtlessness and much imprudence;
that its effects were most alarmingand that it was frightful to think
how long Miss Musgrove's recovery might yet be doubtfuland how liable
she would still remain to suffer from the concussion hereafter!
The Admiral wound it up summarily by exclaiming--

Ay, a very bad business indeed. A new sort of way this,
for a young fellow to be making love, by breaking his mistress's head,
is not it, Miss Elliot? This is breaking a head and giving a plaster,

Admiral Croft's manners were not quite of the tone to suit Lady Russell
but they delighted Anne. His goodness of heart and simplicity
of character were irresistible.

Now, this must be very bad for you,said hesuddenly rousing from
a little reverieto be coming and finding us here. I had not
recollected it before, I declare, but it must be very bad.
But now, do not stand upon ceremony. Get up and go over all the rooms
in the house if you like it.

Another time, Sir, I thank you, not now.

Well, whenever it suits you. You can slip in from the shrubbery
at any time; and there you will find we keep our umbrellas hanging up
by that door. A good place is not it? But,(checking himself)
you will not think it a good place, for yours were always kept
in the butler's room. Ay, so it always is, I believe.
One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best.
And so you must judge for yourself, whether it would be better for you
to go about the house or not.

Annefinding she might decline itdid sovery gratefully.

We have made very few changes either,continued the Admiral
after thinking a moment. "Very few. We told you about the laundry-door
at Uppercross. That has been a very great improvement.
The wonder washow any family upon earth could bear with the inconvenience
of its opening as it didso long! You will tell Sir Walter
what we have doneand that Mr Shepherd thinks it the greatest improvement
the house ever had. IndeedI must do ourselves the justice to say
that the few alterations we have made have been all very much
for the better. My wife should have the credit of themhowever.
I have done very little besides sending away some of the large
looking-glasses from my dressing-roomwhich was your father's.
A very good manand very much the gentleman I am sure:
but I should thinkMiss Elliot (looking with serious reflection),
I should think he must be rather a dressy man for his time of life.
Such a number of looking-glasses! oh Lord! there was no getting away
from one's self. So I got Sophy to lend me a handand we soon
shifted their quarters; and now I am quite snugwith my
little shaving glass in one cornerand another great thing
that I never go near."

Anneamused in spite of herselfwas rather distressed for an answer
and the Admiralfearing he might not have been civil enough
took up the subject againto say--

The next time you write to your good father, Miss Elliot,
pray give him my compliments and Mrs Croft's, and say that we are
settled here quite to our liking, and have no fault at all to find
with the place. The breakfast-room chimney smokes a little,
I grant you, but it is only when the wind is due north and blows hard,
which may not happen three times a winter. And take it altogether,
now that we have been into most of the houses hereabouts and can judge,
there is not one that we like better than this. Pray say so,
with my compliments. He will be glad to hear it.

Lady Russell and Mrs Croft were very well pleased with each other:
but the acquaintance which this visit began was fated not to proceed
far at present; for when it was returnedthe Crofts announced
themselves to be going away for a few weeksto visit their connexions
in the north of the countyand probably might not be at home again
before Lady Russell would be removing to Bath.

So ended all danger to Anne of meeting Captain Wentworth at Kellynch Hall
or of seeing him in company with her friend. Everything was safe enough
and she smiled over the many anxious feelings she had wasted
on the subject.

Chapter 14

Though Charles and Mary had remained at Lyme much longer after
Mr and Mrs Musgrove's going than Anne conceived they could have been
at all wantedthey were yet the first of the family to be at home again;
and as soon as possible after their return to Uppercross
they drove over to the Lodge. They had left Louisa beginning to sit up;
but her headthough clearwas exceedingly weakand her nerves
susceptible to the highest extreme of tenderness; and though
she might be pronounced to be altogether doing very well
it was still impossible to say when she might be able to bear
the removal home; and her father and motherwho must return
in time to receive their younger children for the Christmas holidays
had hardly a hope of being allowed to bring her with them.

They had been all in lodgings together. Mrs Musgrove had
got Mrs Harville's children away as much as she couldevery possible
supply from Uppercross had been furnishedto lighten the inconvenience
to the Harvilleswhile the Harvilles had been wanting them
to come to dinner every day; and in shortit seemed to have been
only a struggle on each side as to which should be most disinterested
and hospitable.

Mary had had her evils; but upon the wholeas was evident
by her staying so longshe had found more to enjoy than to suffer.
Charles Hayter had been at Lyme oftener than suited her; and when
they dined with the Harvilles there had been only a maid-servant to wait
and at first Mrs Harville had always given Mrs Musgrove precedence;
but thenshe had received so very handsome an apology from her
on finding out whose daughter she wasand there had been so much
going on every daythere had been so many walks between their lodgings
and the Harvillesand she had got books from the library
and changed them so oftenthat the balance had certainly been
much in favour of Lyme. She had been taken to Charmouth too
and she had bathedand she had gone to churchand there were a great many
more people to look at in the church at Lyme than at Uppercross;
and all thisjoined to the sense of being so very useful
had made really an agreeable fortnight.

Anne enquired after Captain BenwickMary's face was clouded directly.
Charles laughed.

Oh! Captain Benwick is very well, I believe, but he is
a very odd young man. I do not know what he would be at.
We asked him to come home with us for a day or two: Charles undertook
to give him some shooting, and he seemed quite delighted, and, for my part,
I thought it was all settled; when behold! on Tuesday night,
he made a very awkward sort of excuse; `he never shot' and he had
`been quite misunderstood,' and he had promised this and he had
promised that, and the end of it was, I found, that he did not mean to come.
I suppose he was afraid of finding it dull; but upon my word
I should have thought we were lively enough at the Cottage
for such a heart-broken man as Captain Benwick.

Charles laughed again and saidNow Mary, you know very well
how it really was. It was all your doing,(turning to Anne.)
He fancied that if he went with us, he should find you close by:
he fancied everybody to be living in Uppercross; and when he discovered
that Lady Russell lived three miles off, his heart failed him,
and he had not courage to come. That is the fact, upon my honour,
Mary knows it is.

But Mary did not give into it very graciouslywhether from
not considering Captain Benwick entitled by birth and situation
to be in love with an Elliotor from not wanting to believe
Anne a greater attraction to Uppercross than herselfmust be
left to be guessed. Anne's good-willhoweverwas not to be lessened
by what she heard. She boldly acknowledged herself flattered
and continued her enquiries.

Oh! he talks of you,cried Charlesin such terms--
Mary interrupted him. "I declareCharlesI never heard him
mention Anne twice all the time I was there. I declareAnne
he never talks of you at all."

No,admitted CharlesI do not know that he ever does, in a general
way; but however, it is a very clear thing that he admires you exceedingly.
His head is full of some books that he is reading upon your recommendation,
and he wants to talk to you about them; he has found out something or other
in one of them which he thinks--oh! I cannot pretend to remember it,
but it was something very fine--I overheard him telling Henrietta
all about it; and then `Miss Elliot' was spoken of in the highest terms!
Now Mary, I declare it was so, I heard it myself, and you were
in the other room. `Elegance, sweetness, beauty.' Oh! there was no end
of Miss Elliot's charms.

And I am sure,cried Marywarmlyit was a very little to his credit,
if he did. Miss Harville only died last June. Such a heart
is very little worth having; is it, Lady Russell? I am sure
you will agree with me.

I must see Captain Benwick before I decide,said Lady Russellsmiling.

And that you are very likely to do very soon, I can tell you, ma'am,
said Charles. "Though he had not nerves for coming away with us
and setting off again afterwards to pay a formal visit here
he will make his way over to Kellynch one day by himself
you may depend on it. I told him the distance and the road
and I told him of the church's being so very well worth seeing;
for as he has a taste for those sort of thingsI thought that would
be a good excuseand he listened with all his understanding and soul;
and I am sure from his manner that you will have him calling here soon.

SoI give you noticeLady Russell."

Any acquaintance of Anne's will always be welcome to me,
was Lady Russell's kind answer.

Oh! as to being Anne's acquaintance,said MaryI think he is rather
my acquaintance, for I have been seeing him every day this last fortnight.

Well, as your joint acquaintance, then, I shall be very happy
to see Captain Benwick.

You will not find anything very agreeable in him, I assure you, ma'am.
He is one of the dullest young men that ever lived. He has walked with me,
sometimes, from one end of the sands to the other, without saying a word.
He is not at all a well-bred young man. I am sure you will not like him.

There we differ, Mary,said Anne. "I think Lady Russell would like him.
I think she would be so much pleased with his mindthat she would
very soon see no deficiency in his manner."

So do I, Anne,said Charles. "I am sure Lady Russell would like him.
He is just Lady Russell's sort. Give him a bookand he will
read all day long."

Yes, that he will!exclaimed Marytauntingly. "He will sit poring
over his bookand not know when a person speaks to himor when one
drop's one's scissorsor anything that happens. Do you think
Lady Russell would like that?"

Lady Russell could not help laughing. "Upon my word said she,
I should not have supposed that my opinion of any one could have
admitted of such difference of conjecturesteady and matter of fact
as I may call myself. I have really a curiosity to see the person
who can give occasion to such directly opposite notions.
I wish he may be induced to call here. And when he doesMary
you may depend upon hearing my opinion; but I am determined
not to judge him beforehand."

You will not like him, I will answer for it.

Lady Russell began talking of something else. Mary spoke with animation
of their meeting withor rather missingMr Elliot so extraordinarily.

He is a man,said Lady Russellwhom I have no wish to see.
His declining to be on cordial terms with the head of his family,
has left a very strong impression in his disfavour with me.

This decision checked Mary's eagernessand stopped her short
in the midst of the Elliot countenance.

With regard to Captain Wentworththough Anne hazarded no enquiries
there was voluntary communication sufficient. His spirits had been
greatly recovering lately as might be expected. As Louisa improved
he had improvedand he was now quite a different creature
from what he had been the first week. He had not seen Louisa;
and was so extremely fearful of any ill consequence to her
from an interviewthat he did not press for it at all; and
on the contraryseemed to have a plan of going away for a week
or ten daystill her head was stronger. He had talked of going
down to Plymouth for a weekand wanted to persuade Captain Benwick
to go with him; butas Charles maintained to the lastCaptain Benwick
seemed much more disposed to ride over to Kellynch.

There can be no doubt that Lady Russell and Anne were both

occasionally thinking of Captain Benwickfrom this time.
Lady Russell could not hear the door-bell without feeling that it might
be his herald; nor could Anne return from any stroll of solitary indulgence
in her father's groundsor any visit of charity in the village
without wondering whether she might see him or hear of him.
Captain Benwick came nothowever. He was either less disposed for it
than Charles had imaginedor he was too shy; and after giving him
a week's indulgenceLady Russell determined him to be unworthy
of the interest which he had been beginning to excite.

The Musgroves came back to receive their happy boys and girls from school
bringing with them Mrs Harville's little childrento improve the noise
of Uppercrossand lessen that of Lyme. Henrietta remained with Louisa;
but all the rest of the family were again in their usual quarters.

Lady Russell and Anne paid their compliments to them once
when Anne could not but feel that Uppercross was already quite alive again.
Though neither Henriettanor Louisanor Charles Hayter
nor Captain Wentworth were therethe room presented as strong a contrast
as could be wished to the last state she had seen it in.

Immediately surrounding Mrs Musgrove were the little Harvilles
whom she was sedulously guarding from the tyranny of the two children
from the Cottageexpressly arrived to amuse them. On one side
was a table occupied by some chattering girlscutting up silk
and gold paper; and on the other were tressels and trays
bending under the weight of brawn and cold pieswhere riotous boys
were holding high revel; the whole completed by a roaring Christmas fire
which seemed determined to be heardin spite of all the noise
of the others. Charles and Mary also came inof course
during their visitand Mr Musgrove made a point of paying his respects
to Lady Russelland sat down close to her for ten minutes
talking with a very raised voicebut from the clamour of the children
on his kneesgenerally in vain. It was a fine family-piece.

Annejudging from her own temperamentwould have deemed
such a domestic hurricane a bad restorative of the nerves
which Louisa's illness must have so greatly shaken. But Mrs Musgrove
who got Anne near her on purpose to thank her most cordially
again and againfor all her attentions to themconcluded
a short recapitulation of what she had suffered herself by observing
with a happy glance round the roomthat after all she had gone through
nothing was so likely to do her good as a little quiet cheerfulness
at home.

Louisa was now recovering apace. Her mother could even think of her
being able to join their party at homebefore her brothers and sisters
went to school again. The Harvilles had promised to come with her
and stay at Uppercrosswhenever she returned. Captain Wentworth was gone
for the presentto see his brother in Shropshire.

I hope I shall remember, in future,said Lady Russellas soon as
they were reseated in the carriagenot to call at Uppercross
in the Christmas holidays.

Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters;
and sounds are quite innoxiousor most distressingby their sort
rather than their quantity. When Lady Russell not long afterwards
was entering Bath on a wet afternoonand driving through
the long course of streets from the Old Bridge to Camden Place
amidst the dash of other carriagesthe heavy rumble of carts and drays
the bawling of newspapermenmuffin-men and milkmenand the ceaseless
clink of pattensshe made no complaint. Nothese were noises
which belonged to the winter pleasures; her spirits rose

under their influence; and like Mrs Musgroveshe was feeling
though not sayingthat after being long in the countrynothing could be
so good for her as a little quiet cheerfulness.

Anne did not share these feelings. She persisted in a very determined
though very silent disinclination for Bath; caught the first dim view
of the extensive buildingssmoking in rainwithout any wish
of seeing them better; felt their progress through the streets to be
however disagreeableyet too rapid; for who would be glad to see her
when she arrived? And looked backwith fond regretto the bustles
of Uppercross and the seclusion of Kellynch.

Elizabeth's last letter had communicated a piece of news of some interest.
Mr Elliot was in Bath. He had called in Camden Place; had called
a second timea third; had been pointedly attentive. If Elizabeth
and her father did not deceive themselveshad been taking much pains
to seek the acquaintanceand proclaim the value of the connection
as he had formerly taken pains to shew neglect. This was very wonderful
if it were true; and Lady Russell was in a state of very agreeable
curiosity and perplexity about Mr Elliotalready recanting the sentiment
she had so lately expressed to Maryof his being "a man whom she had
no wish to see." She had a great wish to see him. If he really sought
to reconcile himself like a dutiful branchhe must be forgiven
for having dismembered himself from the paternal tree.

Anne was not animated to an equal pitch by the circumstance
but she felt that she would rather see Mr Elliot again than not
which was more than she could say for many other persons in Bath.

She was put down in Camden Place; and Lady Russell then drove
to her own lodgingsin Rivers Street.

Chapter 15

Sir Walter had taken a very good house in Camden Place
a lofty dignified situationsuch as becomes a man of consequence;
and both he and Elizabeth were settled theremuch to their satisfaction.

Anne entered it with a sinking heartanticipating an imprisonment
of many monthsand anxiously saying to herselfOh! when shall I
leave you again?A degree of unexpected cordialityhowever
in the welcome she receiveddid her good. Her father and sister
were glad to see herfor the sake of shewing her the house and furniture
and met her with kindness. Her making a fourthwhen they
sat down to dinnerwas noticed as an advantage.

Mrs Clay was very pleasantand very smilingbut her courtesies and smiles
were more a matter of course. Anne had always felt that she would
pretend what was proper on her arrivalbut the complaisance of the others
was unlooked for. They were evidently in excellent spirits
and she was soon to listen to the causes. They had no inclination
to listen to her. After laying out for some compliments of being
deeply regretted in their old neighbourhoodwhich Anne could not pay
they had only a few faint enquiries to makebefore the talk must be
all their own. Uppercross excited no interestKellynch very little:
it was all Bath.

They had the pleasure of assuring her that Bath more than answered
their expectations in every respect. Their house was undoubtedly
the best in Camden Place; their drawing-rooms had many decided advantages
over all the others which they had either seen or heard of

and the superiority was not less in the style of the fitting-up
or the taste of the furniture. Their acquaintance was
exceedingly sought after. Everybody was wanting to visit them.
They had drawn back from many introductionsand still were
perpetually having cards left by people of whom they knew nothing.

Here were funds of enjoyment. Could Anne wonder that her father
and sister were happy? She might not wonderbut she must sigh
that her father should feel no degradation in his changeshould see
nothing to regret in the duties and dignity of the resident landholder
should find so much to be vain of in the littlenesses of a town;
and she must sighand smileand wonder tooas Elizabeth threw open
the folding-doors and walked with exultation from one drawing-room
to the otherboasting of their space; at the possibility of that woman
who had been mistress of Kellynch Hallfinding extent to be proud of
between two wallsperhaps thirty feet asunder.

But this was not all which they had to make them happy.
They had Mr Elliot too. Anne had a great deal to hear of Mr Elliot.
He was not only pardonedthey were delighted with him.
He had been in Bath about a fortnight; (he had passed through Bath
in Novemberin his way to Londonwhen the intelligence of
Sir Walter's being settled there had of course reached him
though only twenty-four hours in the placebut he had not been able
to avail himself of it;) but he had now been a fortnight in Bath
and his first object on arrivinghad been to leave his card
in Camden Placefollowing it up by such assiduous endeavours to meet
and when they did meetby such great openness of conduct
such readiness to apologize for the pastsuch solicitude to be received
as a relation againthat their former good understanding
was completely re-established.

They had not a fault to find in him. He had explained away
all the appearance of neglect on his own side. It had originated
in misapprehension entirely. He had never had an idea of
throwing himself off; he had feared that he was thrown off
but knew not whyand delicacy had kept him silent. Upon the hint
of having spoken disrespectfully or carelessly of the family
and the family honourshe was quite indignant. Hewho had ever boasted
of being an Elliotand whose feelingsas to connection
were only too strict to suit the unfeudal tone of the present day.
He was astonishedindeedbut his character and general conduct
must refute it. He could refer Sir Walter to all who knew him;
and certainlythe pains he had been taking on thisthe first opportunity
of reconciliationto be restored to the footing of a relation
and heir-presumptivewas a strong proof of his opinions on the subject.

The circumstances of his marriagetoowere found to admit of
much extenuation. This was an article not to be entered on by himself;
but a very intimate friend of hisa Colonel Wallisa highly
respectable manperfectly the gentleman(and not an ill-looking man
Sir Walter added)who was living in very good style in Marlborough
Buildingsand hadat his own particular requestbeen admitted
to their acquaintance through Mr Elliothad mentioned one or two things
relative to the marriagewhich made a material difference
in the discredit of it.

Colonel Wallis had known Mr Elliot longhad been well acquainted
also with his wifehad perfectly understood the whole story.
She was certainly not a woman of familybut well educated
accomplishedrichand excessively in love with his friend.
There had been the charm. She had sought him. Without that attraction
not all her money would have tempted Elliotand Sir Walter was
moreoverassured of her having been a very fine woman.

Here was a great deal to soften the business. A very fine woman
with a large fortunein love with him! Sir Walter seemed to admit it
as complete apology; and though Elizabeth could not see the circumstance
in quite so favourable a lightshe allowed it be a great extenuation.

Mr Elliot had called repeatedlyhad dined with them once
evidently delighted by the distinction of being askedfor they
gave no dinners in general; delightedin shortby every proof
of cousinly noticeand placing his whole happiness in being
on intimate terms in Camden Place.

Anne listenedbut without quite understanding it. Allowances
large allowancesshe knewmust be made for the ideas of those who spoke.
She heard it all under embellishment. All that sounded extravagant
or irrational in the progress of the reconciliation might have no origin
but in the language of the relators. Stillhowevershe had
the sensation of there being something more than immediately appeared
in Mr Elliot's wishingafter an interval of so many years
to be well received by them. In a worldly viewhe had nothing to gain
by being on terms with Sir Walter; nothing to risk by a state of variance.
In all probability he was already the richer of the two
and the Kellynch estate would as surely be his hereafter as the title.
A sensible manand he had looked like a very sensible man
why should it be an object to him? She could only offer one solution;
it wasperhapsfor Elizabeth's sake. There might really have been
a liking formerlythough convenience and accident had drawn him
a different way; and now that he could afford to please himself
he might mean to pay his addresses to her. Elizabeth was certainly
very handsomewith well-bredelegant mannersand her character
might never have been penetrated by Mr Elliotknowing her but in public
and when very young himself. How her temper and understanding
might bear the investigation of his present keener time of life
was another concern and rather a fearful one. Most earnestly did she wish
that he might not be too niceor too observant if Elizabeth
were his object; and that Elizabeth was disposed to believe herself so
and that her friend Mrs Clay was encouraging the ideaseemed apparent
by a glance or two between themwhile Mr Elliot's frequent visits
were talked of.

Anne mentioned the glimpses she had had of him at Lymebut without
being much attended to. "Oh! yesperhapsit had been Mr Elliot.
They did not know. It might be himperhaps." They could not listen
to her description of him. They were describing him themselves;
Sir Walter especially. He did justice to his very gentlemanlike
appearancehis air of elegance and fashionhis good shaped face
his sensible eye; butat the same timemust lament his being
very much under-hung, a defect which time seemed to have increased;
nor could he pretend to say that ten years had not altered
almost every feature for the worse. Mr Elliot appeared to think
that he (Sir Walter) was looking exactly as he had done when
they last parted;but Sir Walter had "not been able to return
the compliment entirelywhich had embarrassed him. He did not mean
to complainhowever. Mr Elliot was better to look at than most men
and he had no objection to being seen with him anywhere."

Mr Elliotand his friends in Marlborough Buildingswere talked of
the whole evening. "Colonel Wallis had been so impatient to be
introduced to them! and Mr Elliot so anxious that he should!"
and there was a Mrs Wallisat present known only to them by description
as she was in daily expectation of her confinement; but Mr Elliot
spoke of her as "a most charming womanquite worthy of being known
in Camden Place and as soon as she recovered they were to be acquainted.
Sir Walter thought much of Mrs Wallis; she was said to be
an excessively pretty woman, beautiful. He longed to see her.

He hoped she might make some amends for the many very plain faces
he was continually passing in the streets. The worst of Bath was
the number of its plain women. He did not mean to say that there were
no pretty womenbut the number of the plain was out of all proportion.
He had frequently observedas he walkedthat one handsome face
would be followed by thirtyor five-and-thirty frights; and once
as he had stood in a shop on Bond Streethe had counted
eighty-seven women go byone after anotherwithout there being
a tolerable face among them. It had been a frosty morning
to be surea sharp frostwhich hardly one woman in a thousand
could stand the test of. But stillthere certainly were
a dreadful multitude of ugly women in Bath; and as for the men!
they were infinitely worse. Such scarecrows as the streets were full of!
It was evident how little the women were used to the sight of anything
tolerableby the effect which a man of decent appearance produced.
He had never walked anywhere arm-in-arm with Colonel Wallis
(who was a fine military figurethough sandy-haired) without observing
that every woman's eye was upon him; every woman's eye was sure to be
upon Colonel Wallis." Modest Sir Walter! He was not allowed
to escapehowever. His daughter and Mrs Clay united in hinting
that Colonel Wallis's companion might have as good a figure
as Colonel Wallisand certainly was not sandy-haired.

How is Mary looking?said Sir Walterin the height of his good humour.
The last time I saw her she had a red nose, but I hope that may not
happen every day.

Oh! no, that must have been quite accidental. In general she has been
in very good health and very good looks since Michaelmas.

If I thought it would not tempt her to go out in sharp winds,
and grow coarse, I would send her a new hat and pelisse.

Anne was considering whether she should venture to suggest that a gown
or a capwould not be liable to any such misusewhen a knock at the door
suspended everything. "A knock at the door! and so late!
It was ten o'clock. Could it be Mr Elliot? They knew he was to dine
in Lansdown Crescent. It was possible that he might stop in his way home
to ask them how they did. They could think of no one else.
Mrs Clay decidedly thought it Mr Elliot's knock." Mrs Clay was right.
With all the state which a butler and foot-boy could give
Mr Elliot was ushered into the room.

It was the samethe very same manwith no difference but of dress.
Anne drew a little backwhile the others received his compliments
and her sister his apologies for calling at so unusual an hour
but "he could not be so near without wishing to know that neither she
nor her friend had taken cold the day before &c. &c; which was
all as politely done, and as politely taken, as possible, but her part
must follow then. Sir Walter talked of his youngest daughter;
Mr Elliot must give him leave to present him to his youngest daughter"
(there was no occasion for remembering Mary); and Annesmiling and
blushingvery becomingly shewed to Mr Elliot the pretty features
which he had by no means forgottenand instantly sawwith amusement
at his little start of surprisethat he had not been at all aware
of who she was. He looked completely astonishedbut not more astonished
than pleased; his eyes brightened! and with the most perfect alacrity
he welcomed the relationshipalluded to the pastand entreated
to be received as an acquaintance already. He was quite as good-looking
as he had appeared at Lymehis countenance improved by speaking
and his manners were so exactly what they ought to beso polished
so easyso particularly agreeablethat she could compare them
in excellence to only one person's manners. They were not the same
but they wereperhapsequally good.

He sat down with themand improved their conversation very much.
There could be no doubt of his being a sensible man. Ten minutes
were enough to certify that. His tonehis expressions
his choice of subjecthis knowing where to stop; it was all
the operation of a sensiblediscerning mind. As soon as he could
he began to talk to her of Lymewanting to compare opinions
respecting the placebut especially wanting to speak of the circumstance
of their happening to be guests in the same inn at the same time;
to give his own routeunderstand something of hersand regret that
he should have lost such an opportunity of paying his respects to her.
She gave him a short account of her party and business at Lyme.
His regret increased as he listened. He had spent his whole
solitary evening in the room adjoining theirs; had heard voices
mirth continually; thought they must be a most delightful set of people
longed to be with thembut certainly without the smallest suspicion
of his possessing the shadow of a right to introduce himself.
If he had but asked who the party were! The name of Musgrove would
have told him enough. "Wellit would serve to cure him of
an absurd practice of never asking a question at an inn
which he had adoptedwhen quite a young manon the principal
of its being very ungenteel to be curious.

The notions of a young man of one or two and twenty,said he
as to what is necessary in manners to make him quite the thing,
are more absurd, I believe, than those of any other set of beings
in the world. The folly of the means they often employ
is only to be equalled by the folly of what they have in view.

But he must not be addressing his reflections to Anne alone:
he knew it; he was soon diffused again among the others
and it was only at intervals that he could return to Lyme.

His enquirieshoweverproduced at length an account of the scene
she had been engaged in theresoon after his leaving the place.
Having alluded to "an accident he must hear the whole.
When he questioned, Sir Walter and Elizabeth began to question also,
but the difference in their manner of doing it could not be unfelt.
She could only compare Mr Elliot to Lady Russell, in the wish
of really comprehending what had passed, and in the degree of concern
for what she must have suffered in witnessing it.

He staid an hour with them. The elegant little clock on the mantel-
piece had struck eleven with its silver sounds and the watchman
was beginning to be heard at a distance telling the same tale,
before Mr Elliot or any of them seemed to feel that he had been there long.

Anne could not have supposed it possible that her first evening in
Camden Place could have passed so well!

Chapter 16

There was one point which Anne, on returning to her family,
would have been more thankful to ascertain even than Mr Elliot's
being in love with Elizabeth, which was, her father's not being
in love with Mrs Clay; and she was very far from easy about it,
when she had been at home a few hours. On going down to breakfast
the next morning, she found there had just been a decent pretence
on the lady's side of meaning to leave them. She could imagine Mrs Clay
to have said, that now Miss Anne was comeshe could not suppose herself
at all wanted;" for Elizabeth was replying in a sort of whisper

That must not be any reason, indeed. I assure you I feel it none.
She is nothing to me, compared with you;and she was in full time
to hear her father sayMy dear madam, this must not be. As yet,
you have seen nothing of Bath. You have been here only to be useful.
You must not run away from us now. You must stay to be acquainted
with Mrs Wallis, the beautiful Mrs Wallis. To your fine mind,
I well know the sight of beauty is a real gratification.

He spoke and looked so much in earnestthat Anne was not surprised
to see Mrs Clay stealing a glance at Elizabeth and herself.
Her countenanceperhapsmight express some watchfulness;
but the praise of the fine mind did not appear to excite a thought
in her sister. The lady could not but yield to such joint entreaties
and promise to stay.

In the course of the same morningAnne and her father chancing to be
alone togetherhe began to compliment her on her improved looks;
he thought her "less thin in her personin her cheeks; her skin
her complexiongreatly improved; clearerfresher. Had she been
using any thing in particular?" "Nonothing." "Merely Gowland
he supposed. Nonothing at all." "Ha! he was surprised at that;"
and addedcertainly you cannot do better than to continue as you are;
you cannot be better than well; or I should recommend Gowland,
the constant use of Gowland, during the spring months. Mrs Clay has been
using it at my recommendation, and you see what it has done for her.
You see how it has carried away her freckles.

If Elizabeth could but have heard this! Such personal praise
might have struck herespecially as it did not appear to Anne
that the freckles were at all lessened. But everything must
take its chance. The evil of a marriage would be much diminished
if Elizabeth were also to marry. As for herselfshe might always
command a home with Lady Russell.

Lady Russell's composed mind and polite manners were put to some trial
on this pointin her intercourse in Camden Place. The sight of Mrs Clay
in such favourand of Anne so overlookedwas a perpetual provocation
to her there; and vexed her as much when she was awayas a person in Bath
who drinks the watergets all the new publicationsand has
a very large acquaintancehas time to be vexed.

As Mr Elliot became known to hershe grew more charitable
or more indifferenttowards the others. His manners were
an immediate recommendation; and on conversing with him she found
the solid so fully supporting the superficialthat she was at first
as she told Annealmost ready to exclaimCan this be Mr Elliot?
and could not seriously picture to herself a more agreeable
or estimable man. Everything united in him; good understanding
correct opinionsknowledge of the worldand a warm heart.
He had strong feelings of family attachment and family honour
without pride or weakness; he lived with the liberality of a man of fortune
without display; he judged for himself in everything essential
without defying public opinion in any point of worldly decorum.
He was steadyobservantmoderatecandid; never run away with by spirits
or by selfishnesswhich fancied itself strong feeling; and yet
with a sensibility to what was amiable and lovelyand a value
for all the felicities of domestic lifewhich characters of
fancied enthusiasm and violent agitation seldom really possess.
She was sure that he had not been happy in marriage. Colonel Wallis
said itand Lady Russell saw it; but it had been no unhappiness
to sour his mindnor (she began pretty soon to suspect) to prevent his
thinking of a second choice. Her satisfaction in Mr Elliot
outweighed all the plague of Mrs Clay.

It was now some years since Anne had begun to learn that she
and her excellent friend could sometimes think differently;
and it did not surprise herthereforethat Lady Russell
should see nothing suspicious or inconsistentnothing to require
more motives than appearedin Mr Elliot's great desire of a reconciliation.
In Lady Russell's viewit was perfectly natural that Mr Elliot
at a mature time of lifeshould feel it a most desirable object
and what would very generally recommend him among all sensible people
to be on good terms with the head of his family; the simplest process
in the world of time upon a head naturally clearand only erring
in the heyday of youth. Anne presumedhoweverstill to smile about it
and at last to mention "Elizabeth." Lady Russell listenedand looked
and made only this cautious reply:--"Elizabeth! very well;
time will explain."

It was a reference to the futurewhich Anneafter a little observation
felt she must submit to. She could determine nothing at present.
In that house Elizabeth must be first; and she was in the habit
of such general observance as "Miss Elliot that any particularity
of attention seemed almost impossible. Mr Elliot, too,
it must be remembered, had not been a widower seven months.
A little delay on his side might be very excusable. In fact,
Anne could never see the crape round his hat, without fearing that
she was the inexcusable one, in attributing to him such imaginations;
for though his marriage had not been very happy, still it had existed
so many years that she could not comprehend a very rapid recovery
from the awful impression of its being dissolved.

However it might end, he was without any question their
pleasantest acquaintance in Bath: she saw nobody equal to him;
and it was a great indulgence now and then to talk to him about Lyme,
which he seemed to have as lively a wish to see again, and to see more of,
as herself. They went through the particulars of their first meeting
a great many times. He gave her to understand that he had
looked at her with some earnestness. She knew it well;
and she remembered another person's look also.

They did not always think alike. His value for rank and connexion
she perceived was greater than hers. It was not merely complaisance,
it must be a liking to the cause, which made him enter warmly
into her father and sister's solicitudes on a subject which
she thought unworthy to excite them. The Bath paper one morning
announced the arrival of the Dowager Viscountess Dalrymple,
and her daughter, the Honourable Miss Carteret; and all the comfort
of No.--, Camden Place, was swept away for many days; for the Dalrymples
(in Anne's opinion, most unfortunately) were cousins of the Elliots;
and the agony was how to introduce themselves properly.

Anne had never seen her father and sister before in contact with nobility,
and she must acknowledge herself disappointed. She had hoped
better things from their high ideas of their own situation in life,
and was reduced to form a wish which she had never foreseen;
a wish that they had more pride; for our cousins Lady Dalrymple
and Miss Carteret;" "our cousinsthe Dalrymples sounded in her ears
all day long.

Sir Walter had once been in company with the late viscount,
but had never seen any of the rest of the family; and the difficulties
of the case arose from there having been a suspension of all intercourse
by letters of ceremony, ever since the death of that said late viscount,
when, in consequence of a dangerous illness of Sir Walter's
at the same time, there had been an unlucky omission at Kellynch.
No letter of condolence had been sent to Ireland. The neglect
had been visited on the head of the sinner; for when poor Lady Elliot

died herself, no letter of condolence was received at Kellynch,
and, consequently, there was but too much reason to apprehend
that the Dalrymples considered the relationship as closed.
How to have this anxious business set to rights, and be admitted
as cousins again, was the question: and it was a question which,
in a more rational manner, neither Lady Russell nor Mr Elliot
thought unimportant. Family connexions were always worth preserving
good company always worth seeking; Lady Dalrymple had taken a house
for three monthsin Laura Placeand would be living in style.
She had been at Bath the year beforeand Lady Russell had heard her
spoken of as a charming woman. It was very desirable that
the connexion should be renewedif it could be donewithout any
compromise of propriety on the side of the Elliots."

Sir Walterhoweverwould choose his own meansand at last wrote
a very fine letter of ample explanationregretand entreaty
to his right honourable cousin. Neither Lady Russell nor Mr Elliot
could admire the letter; but it did all that was wanted
in bringing three lines of scrawl from the Dowager Viscountess.
She was very much honoured, and should be happy in their acquaintance.
The toils of the business were overthe sweets began. They visited
in Laura Placethey had the cards of Dowager Viscountess Dalrymple
and the Honourable Miss Carteretto be arranged wherever they might
be most visible: and "Our cousins in Laura Place--Our cousin
Lady Dalrymple and Miss Carteret were talked of to everybody.

Anne was ashamed. Had Lady Dalrymple and her daughter even been
very agreeable, she would still have been ashamed of the agitation
they created, but they were nothing. There was no superiority of manner,
accomplishment, or understanding. Lady Dalrymple had acquired
the name of a charming woman because she had a smile and a civil answer
for everybody. Miss Carteret, with still less to say, was so plain
and so awkward, that she would never have been tolerated in Camden Place
but for her birth.

Lady Russell confessed she had expected something better; but yet
it was an acquaintance worth having;" and when Anne ventured to speak
her opinion of them to Mr Elliothe agreed to their being nothing
in themselvesbut still maintained thatas a family connexion
as good companyas those who would collect good company around them
they had their value. Anne smiled and said

My idea of good company, Mr Elliot, is the company of clever,
well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation;
that is what I call good company.

You are mistaken,said he gentlythat is not good company;
that is the best. Good company requires only birth, education,
and manners, and with regard to education is not very nice.
Birth and good manners are essential; but a little learning is
by no means a dangerous thing in good company; on the contrary,
it will do very well. My cousin Anne shakes her head.
She is not satisfied. She is fastidious. My dear cousin
(sitting down by her)you have a better right to be fastidious
than almost any other woman I know; but will it answer?
Will it make you happy? Will it not be wiser to accept the society
of those good ladies in Laura Place, and enjoy all the advantages
of the connexion as far as possible? You may depend upon it,
that they will move in the first set in Bath this winter,
and as rank is rank, your being known to be related to them
will have its use in fixing your family (our family let me say)
in that degree of consideration which we must all wish for.

Yes,sighed Annewe shall, indeed, be known to be related to them!

then recollecting herselfand not wishing to be answeredshe added
I certainly do think there has been by far too much trouble taken
to procure the acquaintance. I suppose(smiling) "I have more pride
than any of you; but I confess it does vex methat we should be
so solicitous to have the relationship acknowledgedwhich we may
be very sure is a matter of perfect indifference to them."

Pardon me, dear cousin, you are unjust in your own claims.
In London, perhaps, in your present quiet style of living,
it might be as you say: but in Bath; Sir Walter Elliot and his family
will always be worth knowing: always acceptable as acquaintance.

Well,said AnneI certainly am proud, too proud to enjoy a welcome
which depends so entirely upon place.

I love your indignation,said he; "it is very natural.
But here you are in Bathand the object is to be established here
with all the credit and dignity which ought to belong to Sir Walter Elliot.
You talk of being proud; I am called proudI knowand I shall not wish
to believe myself otherwise; for our prideif investigated
would have the same objectI have no doubtthough the kind may seem
a little different. In one pointI am suremy dear cousin
(he continued, speaking lower, though there was no one else in the room)
in one pointI am surewe must feel alike. We must feel that
every addition to your father's societyamong his equals or superiors
may be of use in diverting his thoughts from those who are beneath him."

He lookedas he spoketo the seat which Mrs Clay had been
lately occupying: a sufficient explanation of what he particularly meant;
and though Anne could not believe in their having the same sort of pride
she was pleased with him for not liking Mrs Clay; and her conscience
admitted that his wishing to promote her father's getting
great acquaintance was more than excusable in the view of defeating her.

Chapter 17

While Sir Walter and Elizabeth were assiduously pushing their
good fortune in Laura PlaceAnne was renewing an acquaintance
of a very different description.

She had called on her former governessand had heard from her
of there being an old school-fellow in Bathwho had the two strong claims
on her attention of past kindness and present suffering. Miss Hamilton
now Mrs Smithhad shewn her kindness in one of those periods of her life
when it had been most valuable. Anne had gone unhappy to school
grieving for the loss of a mother whom she had dearly loved
feeling her separation from homeand suffering as a girl of fourteen
of strong sensibility and not high spiritsmust suffer at such a time;
and Miss Hamiltonthree years older than herselfbut still from the want
of near relations and a settled homeremaining another year at school
had been useful and good to her in a way which had considerably lessened
her miseryand could never be remembered with indifference.

Miss Hamilton had left schoolhad married not long afterwards
was said to have married a man of fortuneand this was all
that Anne had known of hertill now that their governess's account
brought her situation forward in a more decided but very different form.

She was a widow and poor. Her husband had been extravagant;
and at his deathabout two years beforehad left his affairs
dreadfully involved. She had had difficulties of every sort

to contend withand in addition to these distresses had been afflicted
with a severe rheumatic feverwhichfinally settling in her legs
had made her for the present a cripple. She had come to Bath
on that accountand was now in lodgings near the hot baths
living in a very humble wayunable even to afford herself
the comfort of a servantand of course almost excluded from society.

Their mutual friend answered for the satisfaction which a visit
from Miss Elliot would give Mrs Smithand Anne therefore
lost no time in going. She mentioned nothing of what she had heard
or what she intendedat home. It would excite no proper interest there.
She only consulted Lady Russellwho entered thoroughly into her sentiments
and was most happy to convey her as near to Mrs Smith's lodgings
in Westgate Buildingsas Anne chose to be taken.

The visit was paidtheir acquaintance re-establishedtheir interest
in each other more than re-kindled. The first ten minutes
had its awkwardness and its emotion. Twelve years were gone
since they had partedand each presented a somewhat different person
from what the other had imagined. Twelve years had changed Anne
from the bloomingsilentunformed girl of fifteento the elegant
little woman of seven-and-twentywith every beauty except bloom
and with manners as consciously right as they were invariably gentle;
and twelve years had transformed the fine-lookingwell-grown Miss Hamilton
in all the glow of health and confidence of superiorityinto a poor
infirmhelpless widowreceiving the visit of her former protegee
as a favour; but all that was uncomfortable in the meeting had soon
passed awayand left only the interesting charm of remembering
former partialities and talking over old times.

Anne found in Mrs Smith the good sense and agreeable manners which
she had almost ventured to depend onand a disposition to converse
and be cheerful beyond her expectation. Neither the dissipations
of the past--and she had lived very much in the world--nor the restrictions
of the presentneither sickness nor sorrow seemed to have
closed her heart or ruined her spirits.

In the course of a second visit she talked with great openness
and Anne's astonishment increased. She could scarcely imagine
a more cheerless situation in itself than Mrs Smith's. She had been
very fond of her husband: she had buried him. She had been
used to affluence: it was gone. She had no child to connect her
with life and happiness againno relations to assist in the arrangement
of perplexed affairsno health to make all the rest supportable.
Her accommodations were limited to a noisy parlourand a dark bedroom
behindwith no possibility of moving from one to the other without
assistancewhich there was only one servant in the house to afford
and she never quitted the house but to be conveyed into the warm bath.
Yetin spite of all thisAnne had reason to believe that she had
moments only of languor and depressionto hours of occupation
and enjoyment. How could it be? She watchedobservedreflected
and finally determined that this was not a case of fortitude
or of resignation only. A submissive spirit might be patient
a strong understanding would supply resolutionbut here was something more;
here was that elasticity of mindthat disposition to be comforted
that power of turning readily from evil to goodand of finding employment
which carried her out of herselfwhich was from nature alone.
It was the choicest gift of Heaven; and Anne viewed her friend
as one of those instances in whichby a merciful appointment
it seems designed to counterbalance almost every other want.

There had been a timeMrs Smith told herwhen her spirits
had nearly failed. She could not call herself an invalid now
compared with her state on first reaching Bath. Then she hadindeed

been a pitiable object; for she had caught cold on the journey
and had hardly taken possession of her lodgings before she was again
confined to her bed and suffering under severe and constant pain;
and all this among strangerswith the absolute necessity of having
a regular nurseand finances at that moment particularly unfit
to meet any extraordinary expense. She had weathered ithowever
and could truly say that it had done her good. It had increased
her comforts by making her feel herself to be in good hands.
She had seen too much of the worldto expect sudden or disinterested
attachment anywherebut her illness had proved to her that her landlady
had a character to preserveand would not use her ill; and she had been
particularly fortunate in her nurseas a sister of her landlady
a nurse by professionand who had always a home in that house
when unemployedchanced to be at liberty just in time to attend her.
And she,said Mrs Smithbesides nursing me most admirably,
has really proved an invaluable acquaintance. As soon as I could
use my hands she taught me to knit, which has been a great amusement;
and she put me in the way of making these little thread-cases,
pin-cushions and card-racks, which you always find me so busy about,
and which supply me with the means of doing a little good
to one or two very poor families in this neighbourhood.
She had a large acquaintance, of course professionally, among those
who can afford to buy, and she disposes of my merchandise.
She always takes the right time for applying. Everybody's heart is open,
you know, when they have recently escaped from severe pain,
or are recovering the blessing of health, and Nurse Rooke
thoroughly understands when to speak. She is a shrewd, intelligent,
sensible woman. Hers is a line for seeing human nature; and she has
a fund of good sense and observation, which, as a companion, make her
infinitely superior to thousands of those who having only received
`the best education in the world,' know nothing worth attending to.
Call it gossip, if you will, but when Nurse Rooke has half an hour's
leisure to bestow on me, she is sure to have something to relate
that is entertaining and profitable: something that makes one
know one's species better. One likes to hear what is going on,
to be au fait as to the newest modes of being trifling and silly.
To me, who live so much alone, her conversation, I assure you, is a treat.

Annefar from wishing to cavil at the pleasurereplied
I can easily believe it. Women of that class have great opportunities,
and if they are intelligent may be well worth listening to.
Such varieties of human nature as they are in the habit of witnessing!
And it is not merely in its follies, that they are well read;
for they see it occasionally under every circumstance that can be
most interesting or affecting. What instances must pass before them
of ardent, disinterested, self-denying attachment, of heroism, fortitude,
patience, resignation: of all the conflicts and all the sacrifices
that ennoble us most. A sick chamber may often furnish
the worth of volumes.

Yes,said Mrs Smith more doubtinglysometimes it may,
though I fear its lessons are not often in the elevated style you describe.
Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial;
but generally speaking, it is its weakness and not its strength
that appears in a sick chamber: it is selfishness and impatience
rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of.
There is so little real friendship in the world! and unfortunately
(speaking low and tremulously) "there are so many who forget
to think seriously till it is almost too late."

Anne saw the misery of such feelings. The husband had not been
what he oughtand the wife had been led among that part of mankind
which made her think worse of the world than she hoped it deserved.
It was but a passing emotion however with Mrs Smith; she shook it off

and soon added in a different tone--

I do not suppose the situation my friend Mrs Rooke is in at present,
will furnish much either to interest or edify me. She is only nursing
Mrs Wallis of Marlborough Buildings; a mere pretty, silly, expensive,
fashionable woman, I believe; and of course will have nothing to report
but of lace and finery. I mean to make my profit of Mrs Wallis, however.
She has plenty of money, and I intend she shall buy all
the high-priced things I have in hand now.

Anne had called several times on her friendbefore the existence
of such a person was known in Camden Place. At lastit became necessary
to speak of her. Sir WalterElizabeth and Mrs Clayreturned one morning
from Laura Placewith a sudden invitation from Lady Dalrymple
for the same eveningand Anne was already engagedto spend that evening
in Westgate Buildings. She was not sorry for the excuse.
They were only askedshe was surebecause Lady Dalrymple being
kept at home by a bad coldwas glad to make use of the relationship
which had been so pressed on her; and she declined on her own account
with great alacrity--"She was engaged to spend the evening
with an old schoolfellow." They were not much interested in anything
relative to Anne; but still there were questions enough asked
to make it understood what this old schoolfellow was; and Elizabeth
was disdainfuland Sir Walter severe.

Westgate Buildings!said heand who is Miss Anne Elliot
to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith;
and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names
are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction?
That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot,
you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts
other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations
are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady
till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume,
but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?

No, sir, she is not one-and-thirty; but I do not think I can
put off my engagement, because it is the only evening for some time
which will at once suit her and myself. She goes into the warm bath
to-morrow, and for the rest of the week, you know, we are engaged.

But what does Lady Russell think of this acquaintance?asked Elizabeth.

She sees nothing to blame in it,replied Anne; "on the contrary
she approves itand has generally taken me when I have
called on Mrs Smith.

Westgate Buildings must have been rather surprised by the appearance
of a carriage drawn up near its pavement,observed Sir Walter.
Sir Henry Russell's widow, indeed, has no honours to distinguish her arms,
but still it is a handsome equipage, and no doubt is well known
to convey a Miss Elliot. A widow Mrs Smith lodging in Westgate Buildings!
A poor widow barely able to live, between thirty and forty;
a mere Mrs Smith, an every-day Mrs Smith, of all people and all names
in the world, to be the chosen friend of Miss Anne Elliot,
and to be preferred by her to her own family connections among the nobility
of England and Ireland! Mrs Smith! Such a name!

Mrs Claywho had been present while all this passednow thought it
advisable to leave the roomand Anne could have said much
and did long to say a little in defence of her friend's
not very dissimilar claims to theirsbut her sense of personal respect
to her father prevented her. She made no reply. She left it
to himself to recollectthat Mrs Smith was not the only widow

in Bath between thirty and fortywith little to live on
and no surname of dignity.

Anne kept her appointment; the others kept theirsand of course
she heard the next morning that they had had a delightful evening.
She had been the only one of the set absentfor Sir Walter
and Elizabeth had not only been quite at her ladyship's service themselves
but had actually been happy to be employed by her in collecting others
and had been at the trouble of inviting both Lady Russell and Mr Elliot;
and Mr Elliot had made a point of leaving Colonel Wallis early
and Lady Russell had fresh arranged all her evening engagements
in order to wait on her. Anne had the whole history of all that
such an evening could supply from Lady Russell. To her
its greatest interest must bein having been very much talked of
between her friend and Mr Elliot; in having been wished forregretted
and at the same time honoured for staying away in such a cause.
Her kindcompassionate visits to this old schoolfellow
sick and reducedseemed to have quite delighted Mr Elliot.
He thought her a most extraordinary young woman; in her tempermanners
minda model of female excellence. He could meet even Lady Russell
in a discussion of her merits; and Anne could not be given to understand
so much by her friendcould not know herself to be so highly rated
by a sensible manwithout many of those agreeable sensations
which her friend meant to create.

Lady Russell was now perfectly decided in her opinion of Mr Elliot.
She was as much convinced of his meaning to gain Anne in time as of
his deserving herand was beginning to calculate the number of weeks
which would free him from all the remaining restraints of widowhood
and leave him at liberty to exert his most open powers of pleasing.
She would not speak to Anne with half the certainty she felt on the subject
she would venture on little more than hints of what might be hereafter
of a possible attachment on his sideof the desirableness of the alliance
supposing such attachment to be real and returned. Anne heard her
and made no violent exclamations; she only smiledblushed
and gently shook her head.

I am no match-maker, as you well know,said Lady Russell
being much too well aware of the uncertainty of all human events
and calculations. I only mean that if Mr Elliot should some time hence
pay his addresses to you, and if you should be disposed to accept him,
I think there would be every possibility of your being happy together.
A most suitable connection everybody must consider it, but I think
it might be a very happy one.

Mr Elliot is an exceedingly agreeable man, and in many respects
I think highly of him,said Anne; "but we should not suit."

Lady Russell let this passand only said in rejoinderI own that
to be able to regard you as the future mistress of Kellynch,
the future Lady Elliot, to look forward and see you occupying
your dear mother's place, succeeding to all her rights,
and all her popularity, as well as to all her virtues, would be
the highest possible gratification to me. You are your mother's self
in countenance and disposition; and if I might be allowed to fancy you
such as she was, in situation and name, and home, presiding and blessing
in the same spot, and only superior to her in being more highly valued!
My dearest Anne, it would give me more delight than is often felt
at my time of life!

Anne was obliged to turn awayto riseto walk to a distant table
andleaning there in pretended employmenttry to subdue the feelings
this picture excited. For a few moments her imagination and her heart
were bewitched. The idea of becoming what her mother had been;

of having the precious name of "Lady Elliot" first revived in herself;
of being restored to Kellynchcalling it her home again
her home for everwas a charm which she could not immediately resist.
Lady Russell said not another wordwilling to leave the matter
to its own operation; and believing thatcould Mr Elliot at that moment
with propriety have spoken for himself!--she believedin short
what Anne did not believe. The same image of Mr Elliot speaking
for himself brought Anne to composure again. The charm of Kellynch
and of "Lady Elliot" all faded away. She never could accept him.
And it was not only that her feelings were still adverse to any man
save one; her judgementon a serious consideration of the possibilities
of such a case was against Mr Elliot.

Though they had now been acquainted a monthshe could not be satisfied
that she really knew his character. That he was a sensible man
an agreeable manthat he talked wellprofessed good opinions
seemed to judge properly and as a man of principlethis was all
clear enough. He certainly knew what was rightnor could she fix
on any one article of moral duty evidently transgressed; but yet she would
have been afraid to answer for his conduct. She distrusted the past
if not the present. The names which occasionally dropt
of former associatesthe allusions to former practices and pursuits
suggested suspicions not favourable of what he had been.
She saw that there had been bad habits; that Sunday travelling
had been a common thing; that there had been a period of his life
(and probably not a short one) when he had beenat least
careless in all serious matters; andthough he might now think
very differentlywho could answer for the true sentiments of a clever
cautious mangrown old enough to appreciate a fair character?
How could it ever be ascertained that his mind was truly cleansed?

Mr Elliot was rationaldiscreetpolishedbut he was not open.
There was never any burst of feelingany warmth of indignation or delight
at the evil or good of others. Thisto Annewas a decided imperfection.
Her early impressions were incurable. She prized the frank
the open-heartedthe eager character beyond all others.
Warmth and enthusiasm did captivate her still. She felt that she could
so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked
or said a careless or a hasty thingthan of those whose presence of mind
never variedwhose tongue never slipped.

Mr Elliot was too generally agreeable. Various as were the tempers
in her father's househe pleased them all. He endured too well
stood too well with every body. He had spoken to her with some
degree of openness of Mrs Clay; had appeared completely to see
what Mrs Clay was aboutand to hold her in contempt; and yet
Mrs Clay found him as agreeable as any body.

Lady Russell saw either less or more than her young friend
for she saw nothing to excite distrust. She could not imagine
a man more exactly what he ought to be than Mr Elliot; nor did she
ever enjoy a sweeter feeling than the hope of seeing him receive
the hand of her beloved Anne in Kellynch churchin the course of
the following autumn.

Chapter 18

It was the beginning of February; and Annehaving been a month in Bath
was growing very eager for news from Uppercross and Lyme.
She wanted to hear much more than Mary had communicated.
It was three weeks since she had heard at all. She only knew

that Henrietta was at home again; and that Louisathough considered to be
recovering fastwas still in Lyme; and she was thinking of them all
very intently one eveningwhen a thicker letter than usual from Mary
was delivered to her; andto quicken the pleasure and surprise
with Admiral and Mrs Croft's compliments.

The Crofts must be in Bath! A circumstance to interest her.
They were people whom her heart turned to very naturally.

What is this?cried Sir Walter. "The Crofts have arrived in Bath?
The Crofts who rent Kellynch? What have they brought you?"

A letter from Uppercross Cottage, Sir.

Oh! those letters are convenient passports. They secure an introduction.
I should have visited Admiral Croft, however, at any rate.
I know what is due to my tenant.

Anne could listen no longer; she could not even have told how
the poor Admiral's complexion escaped; her letter engrossed her.
It had been begun several days back.

February 1st.

My dear Anne--I make no apology for my silencebecause I know
how little people think of letters in such a place as Bath.
You must be a great deal too happy to care for Uppercrosswhich
as you well knowaffords little to write about. We have had
a very dull Christmas; Mr and Mrs Musgrove have not had one dinner party
all the holidays. I do not reckon the Hayters as anybody.
The holidayshoweverare over at last: I believe no children ever had
such long ones. I am sure I had not. The house was cleared yesterday
except of the little Harvilles; but you will be surprised to hear
they have never gone home. Mrs Harville must be an odd mother
to part with them so long. I do not understand it. They are
not at all nice childrenin my opinion; but Mrs Musgrove seems to
like them quite as wellif not betterthan her grandchildren.
What dreadful weather we have had! It may not be felt in Bath
with your nice pavements; but in the country it is of some consequence.
I have not had a creature call on me since the second week in January
except Charles Hayterwho had been calling much oftener than was welcome.
Between ourselvesI think it a great pity Henrietta did not remain at Lyme
as long as Louisa; it would have kept her a little out of his way.
The carriage is gone to-dayto bring Louisa and the Harvilles to-morrow.
We are not asked to dine with themhowevertill the day after
Mrs Musgrove is so afraid of her being fatigued by the journey
which is not very likelyconsidering the care that will be taken of her;
and it would be much more convenient to me to dine there to-morrow.
I am glad you find Mr Elliot so agreeableand wish I could be acquainted
with him too; but I have my usual luck: I am always out of the way
when any thing desirable is going on; always the last of my family
to be noticed. What an immense time Mrs Clay has been staying
with Elizabeth! Does she never mean to go away? But perhaps
if she were to leave the room vacantwe might not be invited.
Let me know what you think of this. I do not expect my children
to be askedyou know. I can leave them at the Great House very well
for a month or six weeks. I have this moment heard that the Crofts
are going to Bath almost immediately; they think the Admiral gouty.
Charles heard it quite by chance; they have not had the civility
to give me any noticeor of offering to take anything.
I do not think they improve at all as neighbours. We see nothing of them
and this is really an instance of gross inattention. Charles joins me
in loveand everything proper. Yours affectionately

Mary M---.

I am sorry to say that I am very far from well; and Jemima has
just told me that the butcher says there is a bad sore-throat
very much about. I dare say I shall catch it; and my sore-throats
you knoware always worse than anybody's."

So ended the first partwhich had been afterwards put into an envelope
containing nearly as much more.

I kept my letter open, that I might send you word how Louisa
bore her journey, and now I am extremely glad I did, having a great deal
to add. In the first place, I had a note from Mrs Croft yesterday,
offering to convey anything to you; a very kind, friendly note indeed,
addressed to me, just as it ought; I shall therefore be able to
make my letter as long as I like. The Admiral does not seem very ill,
and I sincerely hope Bath will do him all the good he wants.
I shall be truly glad to have them back again. Our neighbourhood
cannot spare such a pleasant family. But now for Louisa.
I have something to communicate that will astonish you not a little.
She and the Harvilles came on Tuesday very safely, and in the evening
we went to ask her how she did, when we were rather surprised
not to find Captain Benwick of the party, for he had been invited
as well as the Harvilles; and what do you think was the reason?
Neither more nor less than his being in love with Louisa,
and not choosing to venture to Uppercross till he had had an answer
from Mr Musgrove; for it was all settled between him and her
before she came away, and he had written to her father by Captain Harville.
True, upon my honour! Are not you astonished? I shall be surprised
at least if you ever received a hint of it, for I never did.
Mrs Musgrove protests solemnly that she knew nothing of the matter.
We are all very well pleased, however, for though it is not equal to her
marrying Captain Wentworth, it is infinitely better than Charles Hayter;
and Mr Musgrove has written his consent, and Captain Benwick
is expected to-day. Mrs Harville says her husband feels a good deal
on his poor sister's account; but, however, Louisa is a great favourite
with both. Indeed, Mrs Harville and I quite agree that we love her
the better for having nursed her. Charles wonders what Captain Wentworth
will say; but if you remember, I never thought him attached to Louisa;
I never could see anything of it. And this is the end, you see,
of Captain Benwick's being supposed to be an admirer of yours.
How Charles could take such a thing into his head was always
incomprehensible to me. I hope he will be more agreeable now.
Certainly not a great match for Louisa Musgrove, but a million times better
than marrying among the Hayters.

Mary need not have feared her sister's being in any degree prepared
for the news. She had never in her life been more astonished.
Captain Benwick and Louisa Musgrove! It was almost too wonderful
for beliefand it was with the greatest effort that she could remain
in the roompreserve an air of calmnessand answer the common questions
of the moment. Happily for herthey were not many. Sir Walter
wanted to know whether the Crofts travelled with four horses
and whether they were likely to be situated in such a part of Bath
as it might suit Miss Elliot and himself to visit in; but had
little curiosity beyond.

How is Mary?said Elizabeth; and without waiting for an answer
And pray what brings the Crofts to Bath?

They come on the Admiral's account. He is thought to be gouty.

Gout and decrepitude!said Sir Walter. "Poor old gentleman."

Have they any acquaintance here?asked Elizabeth.

I do not know; but I can hardly suppose that, at Admiral Croft's
time of life, and in his profession, he should not have many acquaintance
in such a place as this.

I suspect,said Sir Walter coollythat Admiral Croft
will be best known in Bath as the renter of Kellynch Hall.
Elizabeth, may we venture to present him and his wife in Laura Place?

Oh, no! I think not. Situated as we are with Lady Dalrymple, cousins,
we ought to be very careful not to embarrass her with acquaintance
she might not approve. If we were not related, it would not signify;
but as cousins, she would feel scrupulous as to any proposal of ours.
We had better leave the Crofts to find their own level.
There are several odd-looking men walking about here, who,
I am told, are sailors. The Crofts will associate with them.

This was Sir Walter and Elizabeth's share of interest in the letter;
when Mrs Clay had paid her tribute of more decent attention
in an enquiry after Mrs Charles Musgroveand her fine little boys
Anne was at liberty.

In her own roomshe tried to comprehend it. Well might Charles wonder
how Captain Wentworth would feel! Perhaps he had quitted the field
had given Louisa uphad ceased to lovehad found he did not love her.
She could not endure the idea of treachery or levityor anything
akin to ill usage between him and his friend. She could not endure
that such a friendship as theirs should be severed unfairly.

Captain Benwick and Louisa Musgrove! The high-spirited
joyous-talking Louisa Musgroveand the dejectedthinking
feelingreadingCaptain Benwickseemed each of them everything
that would not suit the other. Their minds most dissimilar!
Where could have been the attraction? The answer soon presented itself.
It had been in situation. They had been thrown together several weeks;
they had been living in the same small family party: since Henrietta's
coming awaythey must have been depending almost entirely on each other
and Louisajust recovering from illnesshad been in an interesting state
and Captain Benwick was not inconsolable. That was a point which Anne
had not been able to avoid suspecting before; and instead of drawing
the same conclusion as Maryfrom the present course of events
they served only to confirm the idea of his having felt some
dawning of tenderness toward herself. She did not meanhowever
to derive much more from it to gratify her vanitythan Mary
might have allowed. She was persuaded that any tolerably pleasing
young woman who had listened and seemed to feel for him would have
received the same compliment. He had an affectionate heart.
He must love somebody.

She saw no reason against their being happy. Louisa had fine
naval fervour to begin withand they would soon grow more alike.
He would gain cheerfulnessand she would learn to be an enthusiast
for Scott and Lord Byron; naythat was probably learnt already;
of course they had fallen in love over poetry. The idea of
Louisa Musgrove turned into a person of literary taste
and sentimental reflection was amusingbut she had no doubt
of its being so. The day at Lymethe fall from the Cobb
might influence her healthher nervesher courageher character to
the end of her lifeas thoroughly as it appeared to have

influenced her fate.

The conclusion of the whole wasthat if the woman who had been sensible
of Captain Wentworth's merits could be allowed to prefer another man
there was nothing in the engagement to excite lasting wonder;
and if Captain Wentworth lost no friend by itcertainly nothing
to be regretted. Noit was not regret which made Anne's heart
beat in spite of herselfand brought the colour into her cheeks
when she thought of Captain Wentworth unshackled and free.
She had some feelings which she was ashamed to investigate.
They were too much like joysenseless joy!

She longed to see the Crofts; but when the meeting took place
it was evident that no rumour of the news had yet reached them.
The visit of ceremony was paid and returned; and Louisa Musgrove
was mentionedand Captain Benwicktoowithout even half a smile.

The Crofts had placed themselves in lodgings in Gay Street
perfectly to Sir Walter's satisfaction. He was not at all ashamed
of the acquaintanceand didin factthink and talk a great deal more
about the Admiralthan the Admiral ever thought or talked about him.

The Crofts knew quite as many people in Bath as they wished for
and considered their intercourse with the Elliots as a mere matter of form
and not in the least likely to afford them any pleasure.
They brought with them their country habit of being almost always together.
He was ordered to walk to keep off the goutand Mrs Croft
seemed to go shares with him in everythingand to walk
for her life to do him good. Anne saw them wherever she went.
Lady Russell took her out in her carriage almost every morning
and she never failed to think of themand never failed to see them.
Knowing their feelings as she didit was a most attractive picture
of happiness to her. She always watched them as long as she could
delighted to fancy she understood what they might be talking of
as they walked along in happy independenceor equally delighted
to see the Admiral's hearty shake of the hand when he encountered
an old friendand observe their eagerness of conversation
when occasionally forming into a little knot of the navyMrs Croft
looking as intelligent and keen as any of the officers around her.

Anne was too much engaged with Lady Russell to be often walking herself;
but it so happened that one morningabout a week or ten days
after the Croft's arrivalit suited her best to leave her friend
or her friend's carriagein the lower part of the town
and return alone to Camden Placeand in walking up Milsom Street
she had the good fortune to meet with the Admiral. He was standing
by himself at a printshop windowwith his hands behind him
in earnest contemplation of some printand she not only might have
passed him unseenbut was obliged to touch as well as address him
before she could catch his notice. When he did perceive and
acknowledge herhoweverit was done with all his usual frankness
and good humour. "Ha! is it you? Thank youthank you.
This is treating me like a friend. Here I amyou see
staring at a picture. I can never get by this shop without stopping.
But what a thing here isby way of a boat! Do look at it.
Did you ever see the like? What queer fellows your fine painters must be
to think that anybody would venture their lives in such a shapeless
old cockleshell as that? And yet here are two gentlemen
stuck up in it mightily at their easeand looking about them at the rocks
and mountainsas if they were not to be upset the next moment
which they certainly must be. I wonder where that boat was built!"
(laughing heartily); "I would not venture over a horsepond in it.
Well (turning away), nowwhere are you bound? Can I go anywhere
for youor with you? Can I be of any use?"

None, I thank you, unless you will give me the pleasure of your company
the little way our road lies together. I am going home.

That I will, with all my heart, and farther, too. Yes, yes
we will have a snug walk together, and I have something to tell you
as we go along. There, take my arm; that's right; I do not
feel comfortable if I have not a woman there. Lord! what a boat it is!
taking a last look at the pictureas they began to be in motion.

Did you say that you had something to tell me, sir?

Yes, I have, presently. But here comes a friend, Captain Brigden;
I shall only say, `How d'ye do?' as we pass, however. I shall not stop.
`How d'ye do?' Brigden stares to see anybody with me but my wife.
She, poor soul, is tied by the leg. She has a blister on one of her heels,
as large as a three-shilling piece. If you look across the street,
you will see Admiral Brand coming down and his brother. Shabby fellows,
both of them! I am glad they are not on this side of the way.
Sophy cannot bear them. They played me a pitiful trick once:
got away with some of my best men. I will tell you the whole story
another time. There comes old Sir Archibald Drew and his grandson.
Look, he sees us; he kisses his hand to you; he takes you for my wife.
Ah! the peace has come too soon for that younker. Poor old Sir Archibald!
How do you like Bath, Miss Elliot? It suits us very well.
We are always meeting with some old friend or other; the streets
full of them every morning; sure to have plenty of chat;
and then we get away from them all, and shut ourselves in our lodgings,
and draw in our chairs, and are snug as if we were at Kellynch,
ay, or as we used to be even at North Yarmouth and Deal.
We do not like our lodgings here the worse, I can tell you,
for putting us in mind of those we first had at North Yarmouth.
The wind blows through one of the cupboards just in the same way.

When they were got a little fartherAnne ventured to press again
for what he had to communicate. She hoped when clear of Milsom Street
to have her curiosity gratified; but she was still obliged to wait
for the Admiral had made up his mind not to begin till they had
gained the greater space and quiet of Belmont; and as she was
not really Mrs Croftshe must let him have his own way.
As soon as they were fairly ascending Belmonthe began--

Well, now you shall hear something that will surprise you.
But first of all, you must tell me the name of the young lady
I am going to talk about. That young lady, you know, that we have
all been so concerned for. The Miss Musgrove, that all this has been
happening to. Her Christian name: I always forget her Christian name.

Anne had been ashamed to appear to comprehend so soon as she really
did; but now she could safely suggest the name of "Louisa."

Ay, ay, Miss Louisa Musgrove, that is the name. I wish young ladies
had not such a number of fine Christian names. I should never be out
if they were all Sophys, or something of that sort. Well,
this Miss Louisa, we all thought, you know, was to marry Frederick.
He was courting her week after week. The only wonder was,
what they could be waiting for, till the business at Lyme came;
then, indeed, it was clear enough that they must wait till her brain
was set to right. But even then there was something odd in their
way of going on. Instead of staying at Lyme, he went off to Plymouth,
and then he went off to see Edward. When we came back from Minehead
he was gone down to Edward's, and there he has been ever since.
We have seen nothing of him since November. Even Sophy could

not understand it. But now, the matter has take the strangest turn of all;
for this young lady, the same Miss Musgrove, instead of being
to marry Frederick, is to marry James Benwick. You know James Benwick.

A little. I am a little acquainted with Captain Benwick.

Well, she is to marry him. Nay, most likely they are married already,
for I do not know what they should wait for.

I thought Captain Benwick a very pleasing young man,said Anne
and I understand that he bears an excellent character.

Oh! yes, yes, there is not a word to be said against James Benwick.
He is only a commander, it is true, made last summer, and these are
bad times for getting on, but he has not another fault that I know of.
An excellent, good-hearted fellow, I assure you; a very active,
zealous officer too, which is more than you would think for, perhaps,
for that soft sort of manner does not do him justice.

Indeed you are mistaken there, sir; I should never augur want of spirit
from Captain Benwick's manners. I thought them particularly pleasing,
and I will answer for it, they would generally please.

Well, well, ladies are the best judges; but James Benwick is rather too
piano for me; and though very likely it is all our partiality,
Sophy and I cannot help thinking Frederick's manners better than his.
There is something about Frederick more to our taste.

Anne was caught. She had only meant to oppose the too common idea
of spirit and gentleness being incompatible with each other
not at all to represent Captain Benwick's manners as the very best
that could possibly be; andafter a little hesitation
she was beginning to sayI was not entering into any comparison
of the two friends,but the Admiral interrupted her with--

And the thing is certainly true. It is not a mere bit of gossip.
We have it from Frederick himself. His sister had a letter
from him yesterday, in which he tells us of it, and he had just had it
in a letter from Harville, written upon the spot, from Uppercross.
I fancy they are all at Uppercross.

This was an opportunity which Anne could not resist; she saidtherefore
I hope, Admiral, I hope there is nothing in the style of Captain
Wentworth's letter to make you and Mrs Croft particularly uneasy.
It did seem, last autumn, as if there were an attachment between him
and Louisa Musgrove; but I hope it may be understood to have worn out
on each side equally, and without violence. I hope his letter
does not breathe the spirit of an ill-used man.

Not at all, not at all; there is not an oath or a murmur
from beginning to end.

Anne looked down to hide her smile.

No, no; Frederick is not a man to whine and complain; he has
too much spirit for that. If the girl likes another man better,
it is very fit she should have him.

Certainly. But what I mean is, that I hope there is nothing
in Captain Wentworth's manner of writing to make you suppose
he thinks himself ill-used by his friend, which might appear,
you know, without its being absolutely said. I should be very sorry
that such a friendship as has subsisted between him and Captain Benwick
should be destroyed, or even wounded, by a circumstance of this sort.

Yes, yes, I understand you. But there is nothing at all of that nature
in the letter. He does not give the least fling at Benwick;
does not so much as say, `I wonder at it, I have a reason of my own
for wondering at it.' No, you would not guess, from his way of writing,
that he had ever thought of this Miss (what's her name?) for himself.
He very handsomely hopes they will be happy together; and there is
nothing very unforgiving in that, I think.

Anne did not receive the perfect conviction which the Admiral meant
to conveybut it would have been useless to press the enquiry farther.
She therefore satisfied herself with common-place remarks or quiet
attentionand the Admiral had it all his own way.

Poor Frederick!said he at last. "Now he must begin all over again
with somebody else. I think we must get him to Bath. Sophy must write
and beg him to come to Bath. Here are pretty girls enoughI am sure.
It would be of no use to go to Uppercross againfor that other
Miss MusgroveI findis bespoke by her cousinthe young parson.
Do not you thinkMiss Elliotwe had better try to get him to Bath?"

Chapter 19

While Admiral Croft was taking this walk with Anneand expressing
his wish of getting Captain Wentworth to BathCaptain Wentworth
was already on his way thither. Before Mrs Croft had written
he was arrivedand the very next time Anne walked outshe saw him.

Mr Elliot was attending his two cousins and Mrs Clay. They were
in Milsom Street. It began to rainnot muchbut enough to
make shelter desirable for womenand quite enough to make it
very desirable for Miss Elliot to have the advantage of being
conveyed home in Lady Dalrymple's carriagewhich was seen waiting
at a little distance; sheAnneand Mrs Claytherefore
turned into Molland'swhile Mr Elliot stepped to Lady Dalrymple
to request her assistance. He soon joined them againsuccessful
of course; Lady Dalrymple would be most happy to take them home
and would call for them in a few minutes.

Her ladyship's carriage was a baroucheand did not hold
more than four with any comfort. Miss Carteret was with her mother;
consequently it was not reasonable to expect accommodation
for all the three Camden Place ladies. There could be no doubt
as to Miss Elliot. Whoever suffered inconvenienceshe must suffer none
but it occupied a little time to settle the point of civility
between the other two. The rain was a mere trifleand Anne was
most sincere in preferring a walk with Mr Elliot. But the rain was also
a mere trifle to Mrs Clay; she would hardly allow it even to drop at all
and her boots were so thick! much thicker than Miss Anne's;
andin shorther civility rendered her quite as anxious to be left
to walk with Mr Elliot as Anne could beand it was discussed between them
with a generosity so polite and so determinedthat the others were
obliged to settle it for them; Miss Elliot maintaining that Mrs Clay
had a little cold alreadyand Mr Elliot deciding on appeal
that his cousin Anne's boots were rather the thickest.

It was fixed accordinglythat Mrs Clay should be of the party
in the carriage; and they had just reached this pointwhen Anne
as she sat near the windowdescriedmost decidedly and distinctly
Captain Wentworth walking down the street.

Her start was perceptible only to herself; but she instantly felt that
she was the greatest simpleton in the worldthe most unaccountable
and absurd! For a few minutes she saw nothing before her;
it was all confusion. She was lostand when she had scolded
back her sensesshe found the others still waiting for the carriage
and Mr Elliot (always obliging) just setting off for Union Street
on a commission of Mrs Clay's.

She now felt a great inclination to go to the outer door;
she wanted to see if it rained. Why was she to suspect herself
of another motive? Captain Wentworth must be out of sight.
She left her seatshe would go; one half of her should not be always
so much wiser than the other halfor always suspecting the other
of being worse than it was. She would see if it rained.
She was sent backhoweverin a moment by the entrance of
Captain Wentworth himselfamong a party of gentlemen and ladies
evidently his acquaintanceand whom he must have joined
a little below Milsom Street. He was more obviously struck
and confused by the sight of her than she had ever observed before;
he looked quite red. For the first timesince their renewed acquaintance
she felt that she was betraying the least sensibility of the two.
She had the advantage of him in the preparation of the last few moments.
All the overpoweringblindingbewilderingfirst effects
of strong surprise were over with her. Stillhowever
she had enough to feel! It was agitationpainpleasure
a something between delight and misery.

He spoke to herand then turned away. The character of his manner
was embarrassment. She could not have called it either cold or friendly
or anything so certainly as embarrassed.

After a short intervalhoweverhe came towards herand spoke again.
Mutual enquiries on common subjects passed: neither of themprobably
much the wiser for what they heardand Anne continuing fully sensible
of his being less at ease than formerly. They had by dint of being
so very much togethergot to speak to each other with a considerable
portion of apparent indifference and calmness; but he could not do it now.
Time had changed himor Louisa had changed him. There was consciousness
of some sort or other. He looked very wellnot as if he had been
suffering in health or spiritsand he talked of Uppercross
of the Musgrovesnayeven of Louisaand had even a momentary look
of his own arch significance as he named her; but yet it was
Captain Wentworth not comfortablenot easynot able to feign that he was.

It did not surprisebut it grieved Anne to observe that Elizabeth
would not know him. She saw that he saw Elizabeththat Elizabeth saw him
that there was complete internal recognition on each side;
she was convinced that he was ready to be acknowledged as an acquaintance
expecting itand she had the pain of seeing her sister turn away
with unalterable coldness.

Lady Dalrymple's carriagefor which Miss Elliot was growing
very impatientnow drew up; the servant came in to announce it.
It was beginning to rain againand altogether there was a delay
and a bustleand a talkingwhich must make all the little crowd
in the shop understand that Lady Dalrymple was calling to convey
Miss Elliot. At last Miss Elliot and her friendunattended but
by the servant(for there was no cousin returned)were walking off;
and Captain Wentworthwatching themturned again to Anne
and by mannerrather than wordswas offering his services to her.

I am much obliged to you,was her answerbut I am not going with them.
The carriage would not accommodate so many. I walk: I prefer walking.

But it rains.

Oh! very little, Nothing that I regard.

After a moment's pause he said: "Though I came only yesterday
I have equipped myself properly for Bath alreadyyou see
(pointing to a new umbrella); I wish you would make use of it
if you are determined to walk; though I think it would be more prudent
to let me get you a chair."

She was very much obliged to himbut declined it allrepeating
her convictionthat the rain would come to nothing at present
and addingI am only waiting for Mr Elliot. He will be here in a moment,
I am sure.

She had hardly spoken the words when Mr Elliot walked in.
Captain Wentworth recollected him perfectly. There was no difference
between him and the man who had stood on the steps at Lyme
admiring Anne as she passedexcept in the air and look and manner
of the privileged relation and friend. He came in with eagerness
appeared to see and think only of herapologised for his stay
was grieved to have kept her waitingand anxious to get her away
without further loss of time and before the rain increased;
and in another moment they walked off togetherher arm under his
a gentle and embarrassed glanceand a "Good morning to you!"
being all that she had time foras she passed away.

As soon as they were out of sightthe ladies of Captain Wentworth's party
began talking of them.

Mr Elliot does not dislike his cousin, I fancy?

Oh! no, that is clear enough. One can guess what will happen there.
He is always with them; half lives in the family, I believe.
What a very good-looking man!

Yes, and Miss Atkinson, who dined with him once at the Wallises,
says he is the most agreeable man she ever was in company with.

She is pretty, I think; Anne Elliot; very pretty, when one comes
to look at her. It is not the fashion to say so, but I confess
I admire her more than her sister.

Oh! so do I.

And so do I. No comparison. But the men are all wild after Miss Elliot.
Anne is too delicate for them.

Anne would have been particularly obliged to her cousinif he would have
walked by her side all the way to Camden Placewithout saying a word.
She had never found it so difficult to listen to himthough nothing
could exceed his solicitude and careand though his subjects
were principally such as were wont to be always interesting:
praisewarmjustand discriminatingof Lady Russell
and insinuations highly rational against Mrs Clay. But just now
she could think only of Captain Wentworth. She could not understand
his present feelingswhether he were really suffering much
from disappointment or not; and till that point were settled
she could not be quite herself.

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! alas!
she must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

Another circumstance very essential for her to knowwas how long

he meant to be in Bath; he had not mentioned itor she could not
recollect it. He might be only passing through. But it was more probable
that he should be come to stay. In that caseso liable as every body was
to meet every body in BathLady Russell would in all likelihood
see him somewhere. Would she recollect him? How would it all be?

She had already been obliged to tell Lady Russell that Louisa Musgrove
was to marry Captain Benwick. It had cost her something to encounter
Lady Russell's surprise; and nowif she were by any chance
to be thrown into company with Captain Wentworthher imperfect knowledge
of the matter might add another shade of prejudice against him.

The following morning Anne was out with her friendand for the first hour
in an incessant and fearful sort of watch for him in vain; but at last
in returning down Pulteney Streetshe distinguished him
on the right hand pavement at such a distance as to have him in view
the greater part of the street. There were many other men about him
many groups walking the same waybut there was no mistaking him.
She looked instinctively at Lady Russell; but not from any mad idea
of her recognising him so soon as she did herself. Noit was
not to be supposed that Lady Russell would perceive him till they
were nearly opposite. She looked at her howeverfrom time to time
anxiously; and when the moment approached which must point him out
though not daring to look again (for her own countenance she knew
was unfit to be seen)she was yet perfectly conscious of
Lady Russell's eyes being turned exactly in the direction for him--
of her beingin shortintently observing him. She could thoroughly
comprehend the sort of fascination he must possess over Lady Russell's mind
the difficulty it must be for her to withdraw her eyesthe astonishment
she must be feeling that eight or nine years should have passed over him
and in foreign climes and in active service toowithout robbing him
of one personal grace!

At lastLady Russell drew back her head. "Nowhow would she
speak of him?"

You will wonder,said shewhat has been fixing my eye so long;
but I was looking after some window-curtains, which Lady Alicia and
Mrs Frankland were telling me of last night. They described
the drawing-room window-curtains of one of the houses on this
side of the way, and this part of the street, as being the handsomest
and best hung of any in Bath, but could not recollect the exact number,
and I have been trying to find out which it could be; but I confess
I can see no curtains hereabouts that answer their description.

Anne sighed and blushed and smiledin pity and disdain
either at her friend or herself. The part which provoked her most
was that in all this waste of foresight and cautionshe should have
lost the right moment for seeing whether he saw them.

A day or two passed without producing anything. The theatre or the rooms
where he was most likely to bewere not fashionable enough
for the Elliotswhose evening amusements were solely in the
elegant stupidity of private partiesin which they were getting
more and more engaged; and Annewearied of such a state of stagnation
sick of knowing nothingand fancying herself stronger because
her strength was not triedwas quite impatient for the concert evening.
It was a concert for the benefit of a person patronised by Lady Dalrymple.
Of course they must attend. It was really expected to be a good one
and Captain Wentworth was very fond of music. If she could only have
a few minutes conversation with him againshe fancied she should
be satisfied; and as to the power of addressing himshe felt all over
courage if the opportunity occurred. Elizabeth had turned from him
Lady Russell overlooked him; her nerves were strengthened

by these circumstances; she felt that she owed him attention.

She had once partly promised Mrs Smith to spend the evening with her;
but in a short hurried call she excused herself and put it off
with the more decided promise of a longer visit on the morrow.
Mrs Smith gave a most good-humoured acquiescence.

By all means,said she; "only tell me all about itwhen you do come.
Who is your party?"

Anne named them all. Mrs Smith made no reply; but when she was
leaving her saidand with an expression half serioushalf arch
Well, I heartily wish your concert may answer; and do not fail me
to-morrow if you can come; for I begin to have a foreboding
that I may not have many more visits from you.

Anne was startled and confused; but after standing in a moment's suspense
was obligedand not sorry to be obligedto hurry away.

Chapter 20

Sir Walterhis two daughtersand Mrs Claywere the earliest
of all their party at the rooms in the evening; and as Lady Dalrymple
must be waited forthey took their station by one of the fires
in the Octagon Room. But hardly were they so settledwhen the door
opened againand Captain Wentworth walked in alone. Anne was
the nearest to himand making yet a little advanceshe instantly spoke.
He was preparing only to bow and pass onbut her gentle "How do you do?"
brought him out of the straight line to stand near herand make enquiries
in returnin spite of the formidable father and sister in the back ground.
Their being in the back ground was a support to Anne; she knew nothing
of their looksand felt equal to everything which she believed
right to be done.

While they were speakinga whispering between her father and Elizabeth
caught her ear. She could not distinguishbut she must guess the subject;
and on Captain Wentworth's making a distant bowshe comprehended
that her father had judged so well as to give him that
simple acknowledgement of acquaintanceand she was just in time
by a side glance to see a slight curtsey from Elizabeth herself.
Thisthough lateand reluctantand ungraciouswas yet
better than nothingand her spirits improved.

After talkinghoweverof the weatherand Bathand the concert
their conversation began to flagand so little was said at last
that she was expecting him to go every momentbut he did not;
he seemed in no hurry to leave her; and presently with renewed spirit
with a little smilea little glowhe said-

I have hardly seen you since our day at Lyme. I am afraid you must have
suffered from the shock, and the more from its not overpowering you
at the time.

She assured him that she had not.

It was a frightful hour,said hea frightful day!and he
passed his hand across his eyesas if the remembrance were still
too painfulbut in a momenthalf smiling againadded
The day has produced some effects however; has had some consequences
which must be considered as the very reverse of frightful.
When you had the presence of mind to suggest that Benwick would be

the properest person to fetch a surgeon, you could have little idea
of his being eventually one of those most concerned in her recovery.

Certainly I could have none. But it appears--I should hope it would be
a very happy match. There are on both sides good principles
and good temper.

Yes,said helooking not exactly forward; "but thereI think
ends the resemblance. With all my soul I wish them happyand rejoice
over every circumstance in favour of it. They have no difficulties
to contend with at homeno oppositionno capriceno delays.
The Musgroves are behaving like themselvesmost honourably and kindly
only anxious with true parental hearts to promote their daughter's comfort.
All this is muchvery much in favour of their happiness;
more than perhaps--"

He stopped. A sudden recollection seemed to occurand to give him
some taste of that emotion which was reddening Anne's cheeks
and fixing her eyes on the ground. After clearing his throathowever
he proceeded thus--

I confess that I do think there is a disparity, too great a disparity,
and in a point no less essential than mind. I regard Louisa Musgrove
as a very amiable, sweet-tempered girl, and not deficient in understanding,
but Benwick is something more. He is a clever man, a reading man;
and I confess, that I do consider his attaching himself to her
with some surprise. Had it been the effect of gratitude,
had he learnt to love her, because he believed her to be preferring him,
it would have been another thing. But I have no reason to suppose it so.
It seems, on the contrary, to have been a perfectly spontaneous,
untaught feeling on his side, and this surprises me. A man like him,
in his situation! with a heart pierced, wounded, almost broken!
Fanny Harville was a very superior creature, and his attachment to her
was indeed attachment. A man does not recover from such
a devotion of the heart to such a woman. He ought not; he does not.

Either from the consciousnesshoweverthat his friend had recovered
or from other consciousnesshe went no farther; and Anne who
in spite of the agitated voice in which the latter part had been uttered
and in spite of all the various noises of the roomthe almost ceaseless
slam of the doorand ceaseless buzz of persons walking through
had distinguished every wordwas struckgratifiedconfused
and beginning to breathe very quickand feel an hundred things
in a moment. It was impossible for her to enter on such a subject;
and yetafter a pausefeeling the necessity of speaking
and having not the smallest wish for a total changeshe only deviated
so far as to say--

You were a good while at Lyme, I think?

About a fortnight. I could not leave it till Louisa's doing well
was quite ascertained. I had been too deeply concerned in the mischief
to be soon at peace. It had been my doing, solely mine.
She would not have been obstinate if I had not been weak.
The country round Lyme is very fine. I walked and rode a great deal;
and the more I saw, the more I found to admire.

I should very much like to see Lyme again,said Anne.

Indeed! I should not have supposed that you could have found
anything in Lyme to inspire such a feeling. The horror and distress
you were involved in, the stretch of mind, the wear of spirits!
I should have thought your last impressions of Lyme must have been
strong disgust.

The last hours were certainly very painful,replied Anne;
but when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it,
unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering, which was
by no means the case at Lyme. We were only in anxiety and distress
during the last two hours, and previously there had been a great deal
of enjoyment. So much novelty and beauty! I have travelled so little,
that every fresh place would be interesting to me; but there is real beauty
at Lyme; and in short(with a faint blush at some recollections)
altogether my impressions of the place are very agreeable.

As she ceasedthe entrance door opened againand the very party appeared
for whom they were waiting. "Lady DalrympleLady Dalrymple
was the rejoicing sound; and with all the eagerness compatible
with anxious elegance, Sir Walter and his two ladies stepped forward
to meet her. Lady Dalrymple and Miss Carteret, escorted by Mr Elliot
and Colonel Wallis, who had happened to arrive nearly at the same instant,
advanced into the room. The others joined them, and it was
a group in which Anne found herself also necessarily included.
She was divided from Captain Wentworth. Their interesting,
almost too interesting conversation must be broken up for a time,
but slight was the penance compared with the happiness which brought it on!
She had learnt, in the last ten minutes, more of his feelings
towards Louisa, more of all his feelings than she dared to think of;
and she gave herself up to the demands of the party, to the needful
civilities of the moment, with exquisite, though agitated sensations.
She was in good humour with all. She had received ideas which
disposed her to be courteous and kind to all, and to pity every one,
as being less happy than herself.

The delightful emotions were a little subdued, when on stepping back
from the group, to be joined again by Captain Wentworth, she saw
that he was gone. She was just in time to see him turn into
the Concert Room. He was gone; he had disappeared, she felt
a moment's regret. But they should meet again. He would look for her
he would find her out before the evening were overand at present
perhapsit was as well to be asunder. She was in need of
a little interval for recollection."

Upon Lady Russell's appearance soon afterwardsthe whole party
was collectedand all that remained was to marshal themselves
and proceed into the Concert Room; and be of all the consequence
in their powerdraw as many eyesexcite as many whispers
and disturb as many people as they could.

Veryvery happy were both Elizabeth and Anne Elliot as they walked in.
Elizabeth arm in arm with Miss Carteretand looking on the broad back
of the dowager Viscountess Dalrymple before herhad nothing to wish for
which did not seem within her reach; and Anne--but it would be
an insult to the nature of Anne's felicityto draw any comparison
between it and her sister's; the origin of one all selfish vanity
of the other all generous attachment.

Anne saw nothingthought nothing of the brilliancy of the room.
Her happiness was from within. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks glowed;
but she knew nothing about it. She was thinking only of
the last half hourand as they passed to their seatsher mind took
a hasty range over it. His choice of subjectshis expressions
and still more his manner and lookhad been such as she could see
in only one light. His opinion of Louisa Musgrove's inferiority
an opinion which he had seemed solicitous to givehis wonder
at Captain Benwickhis feelings as to a firststrong attachment;
sentences begun which he could not finishhis half averted eyes

and more than half expressive glanceallall declared that he had
a heart returning to her at least; that angerresentmentavoidance
were no more; and that they were succeedednot merely by friendship
and regardbut by the tenderness of the past. Yessome share of
the tenderness of the past. She could not contemplate the change
as implying less. He must love her.

These were thoughtswith their attendant visionswhich occupied
and flurried her too much to leave her any power of observation;
and she passed along the room without having a glimpse of him
without even trying to discern him. When their places were determined on
and they were all properly arrangedshe looked round to see
if he should happen to be in the same part of the roombut he was not;
her eye could not reach him; and the concert being just opening
she must consent for a time to be happy in a humbler way.

The party was divided and disposed of on two contiguous benches:
Anne was among those on the foremostand Mr Elliot had manoeuvred so well
with the assistance of his friend Colonel Wallisas to have a seat by her.
Miss Elliotsurrounded by her cousinsand the principal object
of Colonel Wallis's gallantrywas quite contented.

Anne's mind was in a most favourable state for the entertainment
of the evening; it was just occupation enough: she had feelings for
the tenderspirits for the gayattention for the scientific
and patience for the wearisome; and had never liked a concert better
at least during the first act. Towards the close of it
in the interval succeeding an Italian songshe explained
the words of the song to Mr Elliot. They had a concert bill between them.

This,said sheis nearly the sense, or rather the meaning of the words,
for certainly the sense of an Italian love-song must not be talked of,
but it is as nearly the meaning as I can give; for I do not pretend
to understand the language. I am a very poor Italian scholar.

Yes, yes, I see you are. I see you know nothing of the matter.
You have only knowledge enough of the language to translate at sight
these inverted, transposed, curtailed Italian lines, into clear,
comprehensible, elegant English. You need not say anything more
of your ignorance. Here is complete proof.

I will not oppose such kind politeness; but I should be sorry to be
examined by a real proficient.

I have not had the pleasure of visiting in Camden Place so long,
replied hewithout knowing something of Miss Anne Elliot;
and I do regard her as one who is too modest for the world in general
to be aware of half her accomplishments, and too highly accomplished
for modesty to be natural in any other woman.

For shame! for shame! this is too much flattery. I forget what we are
to have next,turning to the bill.

Perhaps,said Mr Elliotspeaking lowI have had a longer acquaintance
with your character than you are aware of.

Indeed! How so? You can have been acquainted with it only since
I came to Bath, excepting as you might hear me previously spoken of
in my own family.

I knew you by report long before you came to Bath. I had heard you
described by those who knew you intimately. I have been acquainted
with you by character many years. Your person, your disposition,
accomplishments, manner; they were all present to me.

Mr Elliot was not disappointed in the interest he hoped to raise.
No one can withstand the charm of such a mystery. To have been
described long ago to a recent acquaintanceby nameless people
is irresistible; and Anne was all curiosity. She wondered
and questioned him eagerly; but in vain. He delighted in being asked
but he would not tell.

No, no, some time or other, perhaps, but not now. He would mention
no names now; but such, he could assure her, had been the fact.
He had many years ago received such a description of Miss Anne Elliot
as had inspired him with the highest idea of her merit, and excited
the warmest curiosity to know her.

Anne could think of no one so likely to have spoken with
partiality of her many years ago as the Mr Wentworth of Monkford
Captain Wentworth's brother. He might have been in Mr Elliot's company
but she had not courage to ask the question.

The name of Anne Elliot,said hehas long had an interesting sound to me.
Very long has it possessed a charm over my fancy; and, if I dared,
I would breathe my wishes that the name might never change.

Suchshe believedwere his words; but scarcely had she
received their soundthan her attention was caught by other sounds
immediately behind herwhich rendered every thing else trivial.
Her father and Lady Dalrymple were speaking.

A well-looking man,said Sir Waltera very well-looking man.

A very fine young man indeed!said Lady Dalrymple. "More air
than one often sees in Bath. IrishI dare say."

No, I just know his name. A bowing acquaintance. Wentworth;
Captain Wentworth of the navy. His sister married my tenant
in Somersetshire, the Croft, who rents Kellynch.

Before Sir Walter had reached this pointAnne's eyes had caught
the right directionand distinguished Captain Wentworth standing
among a cluster of men at a little distance. As her eyes fell on him
his seemed to be withdrawn from her. It had that appearance.
It seemed as if she had been one moment too late; and as long as she
dared observehe did not look again: but the performance
was recommencingand she was forced to seem to restore her attention
to the orchestra and look straight forward.

When she could give another glancehe had moved away. He could not have
come nearer to her if he would; she was so surrounded and shut in:
but she would rather have caught his eye.

Mr Elliot's speechtoodistressed her. She had no longer
any inclination to talk to him. She wished him not so near her.

The first act was over. Now she hoped for some beneficial change;
andafter a period of nothing-saying amongst the partysome of them
did decide on going in quest of tea. Anne was one of the few who
did not choose to move. She remained in her seatand so did Lady Russell;
but she had the pleasure of getting rid of Mr Elliot; and she did not mean
whatever she might feel on Lady Russell's accountto shrink from
conversation with Captain Wentworthif he gave her the opportunity.
She was persuaded by Lady Russell's countenance that she had seen him.

He did not come however. Anne sometimes fancied she discerned him
at a distancebut he never came. The anxious interval

wore away unproductively. The others returnedthe room filled again
benches were reclaimed and repossessedand another hour of pleasure
or of penance was to be sat outanother hour of music was to give
delight or the gapesas real or affected taste for it prevailed.
To Anneit chiefly wore the prospect of an hour of agitation.
She could not quit that room in peace without seeing Captain Wentworth
once morewithout the interchange of one friendly look.

In re-settling themselves there were now many changesthe result of which
was favourable for her. Colonel Wallis declined sitting down again
and Mr Elliot was invited by Elizabeth and Miss Carteretin a manner
not to be refusedto sit between them; and by some other removals
and a little scheming of her ownAnne was enabled to place herself
much nearer the end of the bench than she had been before
much more within reach of a passer-by. She could not do so
without comparing herself with Miss Larollesthe inimitable Miss Larolles;
but still she did itand not with much happier effect;
though by what seemed prosperity in the shape of an early abdication
in her next neighboursshe found herself at the very end of the bench
before the concert closed.

Such was her situationwith a vacant space at handwhen Captain Wentworth
was again in sight. She saw him not far off. He saw her too;
yet he looked graveand seemed irresoluteand only by very slow degrees
came at last near enough to speak to her. She felt that something
must be the matter. The change was indubitable. The difference
between his present air and what it had been in the Octagon Room
was strikingly great. Why was it? She thought of her father
of Lady Russell. Could there have been any unpleasant glances?
He began by speaking of the concert gravelymore like the Captain
Wentworth of Uppercross; owned himself disappointedhad expected singing;
and in shortmust confess that he should not be sorry when it was over.
Anne repliedand spoke in defence of the performance so well
and yet in allowance for his feelings so pleasantlythat his countenance
improvedand he replied again with almost a smile. They talked
for a few minutes more; the improvement held; he even looked down
towards the benchas if he saw a place on it well worth occupying;
when at that moment a touch on her shoulder obliged Anne to turn round.
It came from Mr Elliot. He begged her pardonbut she must be applied to
to explain Italian again. Miss Carteret was very anxious to have
a general idea of what was next to be sung. Anne could not refuse;
but never had she sacrificed to politeness with a more suffering spirit.

A few minutesthough as few as possiblewere inevitably consumed;
and when her own mistress againwhen able to turn and look
as she had done beforeshe found herself accosted by Captain Wentworth
in a reserved yet hurried sort of farewell. "He must wish her good night;
he was going; he should get home as fast as he could."

Is not this song worth staying for?said Annesuddenly struck
by an idea which made her yet more anxious to be encouraging.

No!he replied impressivelythere is nothing worth my staying for;
and he was gone directly.

Jealousy of Mr Elliot! It was the only intelligible motive.
Captain Wentworth jealous of her affection! Could she have believed it
a week ago; three hours ago! For a moment the gratification was exquisite.
Butalas! there were very different thoughts to succeed.
How was such jealousy to be quieted? How was the truth to reach him?
Howin all the peculiar disadvantages of their respective situations
would he ever learn of her real sentiments? It was misery to think
of Mr Elliot's attentions. Their evil was incalculable.

Chapter 21

Anne recollected with pleasure the next morning her promise
of going to Mrs Smithmeaning that it should engage her from home
at the time when Mr Elliot would be most likely to call; for to avoid
Mr Elliot was almost a first object.

She felt a great deal of good-will towards him. In spite of
the mischief of his attentionsshe owed him gratitude and regard
perhaps compassion. She could not help thinking much of the extraordinary
circumstances attending their acquaintanceof the right which
he seemed to have to interest herby everything in situation
by his own sentimentsby his early prepossession. It was altogether
very extraordinary; flatteringbut painful. There was much to regret.
How she might have felt had there been no Captain Wentworth in the case
was not worth enquiry; for there was a Captain Wentworth;
and be the conclusion of the present suspense good or bad
her affection would be his for ever. Their unionshe believed
could not divide her more from other menthan their final separation.

Prettier musings of high-wrought love and eternal constancy
could never have passed along the streets of Baththan Anne
was sporting with from Camden Place to Westgate Buildings.
It was almost enough to spread purification and perfume all the way.

She was sure of a pleasant reception; and her friend seemed this morning
particularly obliged to her for comingseemed hardly to have expected her
though it had been an appointment.

An account of the concert was immediately claimed; and Anne's recollections
of the concert were quite happy enough to animate her features
and make her rejoice to talk of it. All that she could tell
she told most gladlybut the all was little for one who had been there
and unsatisfactory for such an enquirer as Mrs Smithwho had
already heardthrough the short cut of a laundress and a waiter
rather more of the general success and produce of the evening
than Anne could relateand who now asked in vain for several particulars
of the company. Everybody of any consequence or notoriety in Bath
was well know by name to Mrs Smith.

The little Durands were there, I conclude,said shewith their mouths
open to catch the music, like unfledged sparrows ready to be fed.
They never miss a concert.

Yes; I did not see them myself, but I heard Mr Elliot say they were
in the room.

The Ibbotsons, were they there? and the two new beauties,
with the tall Irish officer, who is talked of for one of them.

I do not know. I do not think they were.

Old Lady Mary Maclean? I need not ask after her. She never misses,
I know; and you must have seen her. She must have been in your own circle;
for as you went with Lady Dalrymple, you were in the seats of grandeur,
round the orchestra, of course.

No, that was what I dreaded. It would have been very unpleasant to me
in every respect. But happily Lady Dalrymple always chooses
to be farther off; and we were exceedingly well placed, that is,
for hearing; I must not say for seeing, because I appear to have seen

very little.

Oh! you saw enough for your own amusement. I can understand.
There is a sort of domestic enjoyment to be known even in a crowd,
and this you had. You were a large party in yourselves,
and you wanted nothing beyond.

But I ought to have looked about me more,said Anneconscious
while she spoke that there had in fact been no want of looking about
that the object only had been deficient.

No, no; you were better employed. You need not tell me that you
had a pleasant evening. I see it in your eye. I perfectly see
how the hours passed: that you had always something agreeable
to listen to. In the intervals of the concert it was conversation.

Anne half smiled and saidDo you see that in my eye?

Yes, I do. Your countenance perfectly informs me that you were
in company last night with the person whom you think the most agreeable
in the world, the person who interests you at this present time
more than all the rest of the world put together.

A blush overspread Anne's cheeks. She could say nothing.

And such being the case,continued Mrs Smithafter a short pause
I hope you believe that I do know how to value your kindness
in coming to me this morning. It is really very good of you
to come and sit with me, when you must have so many pleasanter demands
upon your time.

Anne heard nothing of this. She was still in the astonishment and
confusion excited by her friend's penetrationunable to imagine
how any report of Captain Wentworth could have reached her.
After another short silence--

Pray,said Mrs Smithis Mr Elliot aware of your acquaintance with me?
Does he know that I am in Bath?

Mr Elliot!repeated Annelooking up surprised. A moment's reflection
shewed her the mistake she had been under. She caught it instantaneously;
and recovering her courage with the feeling of safetysoon added
more composedlyAre you acquainted with Mr Elliot?

I have been a good deal acquainted with him,replied Mrs Smithgravely
but it seems worn out now. It is a great while since we met.

I was not at all aware of this. You never mentioned it before.
Had I known it, I would have had the pleasure of talking to him about you.

To confess the truth,said Mrs Smithassuming her usual
air of cheerfulnessthat is exactly the pleasure I want you to have.
I want you to talk about me to Mr Elliot. I want your interest with him.
He can be of essential service to me; and if you would have the goodness,
my dear Miss Elliot, to make it an object to yourself,
of course it is done.

I should be extremely happy; I hope you cannot doubt my willingness
to be of even the slightest use to you,replied Anne; "but I suspect
that you are considering me as having a higher claim on Mr Elliot
a greater right to influence himthan is really the case.
I am sure you havesomehow or otherimbibed such a notion.
You must consider me only as Mr Elliot's relation. If in that light
there is anything which you suppose his cousin might fairly ask of him

I beg you would not hesitate to employ me."

Mrs Smith gave her a penetrating glanceand thensmilingsaid-

I have been a little premature, I perceive; I beg your pardon.
I ought to have waited for official information, But now, my dear
Miss Elliot, as an old friend, do give me a hint as to when I may speak.
Next week? To be sure by next week I may be allowed to
think it all settled, and build my own selfish schemes on
Mr Elliot's good fortune.

No,replied Annenor next week, nor next, nor next.
I assure you that nothing of the sort you are thinking of
will be settled any week. I am not going to marry Mr Elliot.
I should like to know why you imagine I am?

Mrs Smith looked at her againlooked earnestlysmiled
shook her headand exclaimed--

Now, how I do wish I understood you! How I do wish I knew
what you were at! I have a great idea that you do not design to be cruel,
when the right moment occurs. Till it does come, you know,
we women never mean to have anybody. It is a thing of course among us,
that every man is refused, till he offers. But why should you be cruel?
Let me plead for my--present friend I cannot call him, but for
my former friend. Where can you look for a more suitable match?
Where could you expect a more gentlemanlike, agreeable man?
Let me recommend Mr Elliot. I am sure you hear nothing but good of him
from Colonel Wallis; and who can know him better than Colonel Wallis?

My dear Mrs Smith, Mr Elliot's wife has not been dead much above
half a year. He ought not to be supposed to be paying his addresses
to any one.

Oh! if these are your only objections,cried Mrs Smitharchly
Mr Elliot is safe, and I shall give myself no more trouble about him.
Do not forget me when you are married, that's all. Let him know me to be
a friend of yours, and then he will think little of the trouble required,
which it is very natural for him now, with so many affairs and engagements
of his own, to avoid and get rid of as he can; very natural, perhaps.
Ninety-nine out of a hundred would do the same. Of course,
he cannot be aware of the importance to me. Well, my dear Miss Elliot,
I hope and trust you will be very happy. Mr Elliot has sense
to understand the value of such a woman. Your peace will not be
shipwrecked as mine has been. You are safe in all worldly matters,
and safe in his character. He will not be led astray; he will not be
misled by others to his ruin.

No,said AnneI can readily believe all that of my cousin.
He seems to have a calm decided temper, not at all open
to dangerous impressions. I consider him with great respect.
I have no reason, from any thing that has fallen within my observation,
to do otherwise. But I have not known him long; and he is not a man,
I think, to be known intimately soon. Will not this manner
of speaking of him, Mrs Smith, convince you that he is nothing to me?
Surely this must be calm enough. And, upon my word, he is nothing to me.
Should he ever propose to me (which I have very little reason to imagine
he has any thought of doing), I shall not accept him. I assure you
I shall not. I assure you, Mr Elliot had not the share which
you have been supposing, in whatever pleasure the concert
of last night might afford: not Mr Elliot; it is not Mr Elliot that--

She stoppedregretting with a deep blush that she had implied so much;
but less would hardly have been sufficient. Mrs Smith would hardly

have believed so soon in Mr Elliot's failurebut from the perception
of there being a somebody else. As it wasshe instantly submitted
and with all the semblance of seeing nothing beyond; and Anne
eager to escape farther noticewas impatient to know why Mrs Smith
should have fancied she was to marry Mr Elliot; where she could have
received the ideaor from whom she could have heard it.

Do tell me how it first came into your head.

It first came into my head,replied Mrs Smithupon finding how much
you were together, and feeling it to be the most probable thing
in the world to be wished for by everybody belonging to either of you;
and you may depend upon it that all your acquaintance have disposed of you
in the same way. But I never heard it spoken of till two days ago.

And has it indeed been spoken of?

Did you observe the woman who opened the door to you when
you called yesterday?

No. Was not it Mrs Speed, as usual, or the maid? I observed
no one in particular.

It was my friend Mrs Rooke; Nurse Rooke; who, by-the-bye,
had a great curiosity to see you, and was delighted to be in the way
to let you in. She came away from Marlborough Buildings only on Sunday;
and she it was who told me you were to marry Mr Elliot.
She had had it from Mrs Wallis herself, which did not seem bad authority.
She sat an hour with me on Monday evening, and gave me the whole history.
The whole history,repeated Annelaughing. "She could not make
a very long historyI thinkof one such little article
of unfounded news."

Mrs Smith said nothing.

But,continued Annepresentlythough there is no truth in my having
this claim on Mr Elliot, I should be extremely happy to be of use to you
in any way that I could. Shall I mention to him your being in Bath?
Shall I take any message?

No, I thank you: no, certainly not. In the warmth of the moment,
and under a mistaken impression, I might, perhaps, have endeavoured
to interest you in some circumstances; but not now. No, I thank you,
I have nothing to trouble you with.

I think you spoke of having known Mr Elliot many years?

I did.

Not before he was married, I suppose?

Yes; he was not married when I knew him first.

And--were you much acquainted?


Indeed! Then do tell me what he was at that time of life.
I have a great curiosity to know what Mr Elliot was as a very young man.
Was he at all such as he appears now?

I have not seen Mr Elliot these three years,was Mrs Smith's answer
given so gravely that it was impossible to pursue the subject farther;
and Anne felt that she had gained nothing but an increase of curiosity.

They were both silent: Mrs Smith very thoughtful. At last--

I beg your pardon, my dear Miss Elliot,she criedin her
natural tone of cordialityI beg your pardon for the short answers
I have been giving you, but I have been uncertain what I ought to do.
I have been doubting and considering as to what I ought to tell you.
There were many things to be taken into the account. One hates
to be officious, to be giving bad impressions, making mischief.
Even the smooth surface of family-union seems worth preserving,
though there may be nothing durable beneath. However, I have determined;
I think I am right; I think you ought to be made acquainted
with Mr Elliot's real character. Though I fully believe that,
at present, you have not the smallest intention of accepting him,
there is no saying what may happen. You might, some time or other,
be differently affected towards him. Hear the truth, therefore,
now, while you are unprejudiced. Mr Elliot is a man without heart
or conscience; a designing, wary, cold-blooded being, who thinks
only of himself; whom for his own interest or ease, would be guilty
of any cruelty, or any treachery, that could be perpetrated without
risk of his general character. He has no feeling for others.
Those whom he has been the chief cause of leading into ruin,
he can neglect and desert without the smallest compunction.
He is totally beyond the reach of any sentiment of justice or compassion.
Oh! he is black at heart, hollow and black!

Anne's astonished airand exclamation of wondermade her pause
and in a calmer mannershe added

My expressions startle you. You must allow for an injured, angry woman.
But I will try to command myself. I will not abuse him.
I will only tell you what I have found him. Facts shall speak.
He was the intimate friend of my dear husband, who trusted and loved him,
and thought him as good as himself. The intimacy had been formed
before our marriage. I found them most intimate friends; and I, too,
became excessively pleased with Mr Elliot, and entertained
the highest opinion of him. At nineteen, you know, one does not
think very seriously; but Mr Elliot appeared to me quite as good as others,
and much more agreeable than most others, and we were almost
always together. We were principally in town, living in very good style.
He was then the inferior in circumstances; he was then the poor one;
he had chambers in the Temple, and it was as much as he could do
to support the appearance of a gentleman. He had always a home
with us whenever he chose it; he was always welcome; he was like a brother.
My poor Charles, who had the finest, most generous spirit in the world,
would have divided his last farthing with him; and I know that his purse
was open to him; I know that he often assisted him.

This must have been about that very period of Mr Elliot's life,
said Annewhich has always excited my particular curiosity.
It must have been about the same time that he became known to
my father and sister. I never knew him myself; I only heard of him;
but there was a something in his conduct then, with regard to
my father and sister, and afterwards in the circumstances of his marriage,
which I never could quite reconcile with present times. It seemed
to announce a different sort of man.

I know it all, I know it all,cried Mrs Smith. "He had been
introduced to Sir Walter and your sister before I was acquainted with him
but I heard him speak of them for ever. I know he was invited
and encouragedand I know he did not choose to go. I can satisfy you
perhapson points which you would little expect; and as to his marriage
I knew all about it at the time. I was privy to all the fors and againsts;
I was the friend to whom he confided his hopes and plans; and though
I did not know his wife previouslyher inferior situation in society

indeedrendered that impossibleyet I knew her all her life afterwards
or at least till within the last two years of her lifeand can answer
any question you may wish to put."

Nay,said AnneI have no particular enquiry to make about her.
I have always understood they were not a happy couple. But I should
like to know why, at that time of his life, he should slight
my father's acquaintance as he did. My father was certainly disposed
to take very kind and proper notice of him. Why did Mr Elliot draw back?

Mr Elliot,replied Mrs Smithat that period of his life,
had one object in view: to make his fortune, and by a rather quicker
process than the law. He was determined to make it by marriage.
He was determined, at least, not to mar it by an imprudent marriage;
and I know it was his belief (whether justly or not, of course
I cannot decide), that your father and sister, in their civilities
and invitations, were designing a match between the heir
and the young lady, and it was impossible that such a match
should have answered his ideas of wealth and independence.
That was his motive for drawing back, I can assure you.
He told me the whole story. He had no concealments with me.
It was curious, that having just left you behind me in Bath,
my first and principal acquaintance on marrying should be your cousin;
and that, through him, I should be continually hearing of your father
and sister. He described one Miss Elliot, and I thought
very affectionately of the other.

Perhaps,cried Annestruck by a sudden ideayou sometimes
spoke of me to Mr Elliot?

To be sure I did; very often. I used to boast of my own Anne Elliot,
and vouch for your being a very different creature from--

She checked herself just in time.

This accounts for something which Mr Elliot said last night,
cried Anne. "This explains it. I found he had been used to hear of me.
I could not comprehend how. What wild imaginations one forms where
dear self is concerned! How sure to be mistaken! But I beg your pardon;
I have interrupted you. Mr Elliot married then completely for money?
The circumstancesprobablywhich first opened your eyes
to his character."

Mrs Smith hesitated a little here. "Oh! those things are too common.
When one lives in the worlda man or woman's marrying for money
is too common to strike one as it ought. I was very young
and associated only with the youngand we were a thoughtless
gay setwithout any strict rules of conduct. We lived for enjoyment.
I think differently now; time and sickness and sorrow have given me
other notions; but at that period I must own I saw nothing reprehensible
in what Mr Elliot was doing. `To do the best for himself'
passed as a duty."

But was not she a very low woman?

Yes; which I objected to, but he would not regard. Money, money,
was all that he wanted. Her father was a grazier, her grandfather
had been a butcher, but that was all nothing. She was a fine woman,
had had a decent education, was brought forward by some cousins,
thrown by chance into Mr Elliot's company, and fell in love with him;
and not a difficulty or a scruple was there on his side,
with respect to her birth. All his caution was spent in being secured
of the real amount of her fortune, before he committed himself.
Depend upon it, whatever esteem Mr Elliot may have for his own situation

in life now, as a young man he had not the smallest value for it.
His chance for the Kellynch estate was something, but all the honour
of the family he held as cheap as dirt. I have often heard him declare,
that if baronetcies were saleable, anybody should have his
for fifty pounds, arms and motto, name and livery included;
but I will not pretend to repeat half that I used to hear him say
on that subject. It would not be fair; and yet you ought to have proof,
for what is all this but assertion, and you shall have proof.

Indeed, my dear Mrs Smith, I want none,cried Anne. "You have asserted
nothing contradictory to what Mr Elliot appeared to be some years ago.
This is all in confirmationratherof what we used to hear and believe.
I am more curious to know why he should be so different now."

But for my satisfaction, if you will have the goodness to ring for Mary;
stay: I am sure you will have the still greater goodness of
going yourself into my bedroom, and bringing me the small inlaid box
which you will find on the upper shelf of the closet.

Anneseeing her friend to be earnestly bent on itdid as she was desired.
The box was brought and placed before herand Mrs Smithsighing over it
as she unlocked itsaid--

This is full of papers belonging to him, to my husband;
a small portion only of what I had to look over when I lost him.
The letter I am looking for was one written by Mr Elliot to him
before our marriage, and happened to be saved; why, one can hardly imagine.
But he was careless and immethodical, like other men, about those things;
and when I came to examine his papers, I found it with others
still more trivial, from different people scattered here and there,
while many letters and memorandums of real importance had been destroyed.
Here it is; I would not burn it, because being even then very little
satisfied with Mr Elliot, I was determined to preserve every document
of former intimacy. I have now another motive for being glad
that I can produce it.

This was the letterdirected to "Charles SmithEsq. Tunbridge Wells
and dated from London, as far back as July, 1803: --

Dear Smith--I have received yours. Your kindness almost overpowers me.
I wish nature had made such hearts as yours more commonbut I have
lived three-and-twenty years in the worldand have seen none like it.
At presentbelieve meI have no need of your services
being in cash again. Give me joy: I have got rid of Sir Walter and Miss.
They are gone back to Kellynchand almost made me swear to visit them
this summer; but my first visit to Kellynch will be with a surveyor
to tell me how to bring it with best advantage to the hammer.
The baronetneverthelessis not unlikely to marry again;
he is quite fool enough. If he doeshoweverthey will leave me in peace
which may be a decent equivalent for the reversion. He is worse
than last year.

I wish I had any name but Elliot. I am sick of it. The name of Walter
I can drop, thank God! and I desire you will never insult me
with my second W. again, meaning, for the rest of my life,
to be only yours truly,--Wm. Elliot.

Such a letter could not be read without putting Anne in a glow;
and Mrs Smithobserving the high colour in her facesaid--

The language, I know, is highly disrespectful. Though I have forgot
the exact terms, I have a perfect impression of the general meaning.
But it shows you the man. Mark his professions to my poor husband.
Can any thing be stronger?

Anne could not immediately get over the shock and mortification
of finding such words applied to her father. She was obliged to recollect
that her seeing the letter was a violation of the laws of honour
that no one ought to be judged or to be known by such testimonies
that no private correspondence could bear the eye of others
before she could recover calmness enough to return the letter
which she had been meditating overand say--

Thank you. This is full proof undoubtedly; proof of every thing
you were saying. But why be acquainted with us now?

I can explain this too,cried Mrs Smithsmiling.

Can you really?

Yes. I have shewn you Mr Elliot as he was a dozen years ago,
and I will shew him as he is now. I cannot produce written proof again,
but I can give as authentic oral testimony as you can desire, of what
he is now wanting, and what he is now doing. He is no hypocrite now.
He truly wants to marry you. His present attentions to your family
are very sincere: quite from the heart. I will give you my authority:
his friend Colonel Wallis.

Colonel Wallis! you are acquainted with him?

No. It does not come to me in quite so direct a line as that;
it takes a bend or two, but nothing of consequence. The stream
is as good as at first; the little rubbish it collects in the turnings
is easily moved away. Mr Elliot talks unreservedly to Colonel Wallis
of his views on you, which said Colonel Wallis, I imagine to be,
in himself, a sensible, careful, discerning sort of character;
but Colonel Wallis has a very pretty silly wife, to whom
he tells things which he had better not, and he repeats it all to her.
She in the overflowing spirits of her recovery, repeats it all
to her nurse; and the nurse knowing my acquaintance with you,
very naturally brings it all to me. On Monday evening, my good friend
Mrs Rooke let me thus much into the secrets of Marlborough Buildings.
When I talked of a whole history, therefore, you see I was
not romancing so much as you supposed.

My dear Mrs Smith, your authority is deficient. This will not do.
Mr Elliot's having any views on me will not in the least account
for the efforts he made towards a reconciliation with my father.
That was all prior to my coming to Bath. I found them on
the most friendly terms when I arrived.

I know you did; I know it all perfectly, but--

Indeed, Mrs Smith, we must not expect to get real information
in such a line. Facts or opinions which are to pass through the hands
of so many, to be misconceived by folly in one, and ignorance in another,
can hardly have much truth left.

Only give me a hearing. You will soon be able to judge of
the general credit due, by listening to some particulars
which you can yourself immediately contradict or confirm.
Nobody supposes that you were his first inducement. He had seen you
indeed, before he came to Bath, and admired you, but without
knowing it to be you. So says my historian, at least. Is this true?
Did he see you last summer or autumn, `somewhere down in the west,'
to use her own words, without knowing it to be you?

He certainly did. So far it is very true. At Lyme.

I happened to be at Lyme.

Well,continued Mrs Smithtriumphantlygrant my friend the credit
due to the establishment of the first point asserted. He saw you then
at Lyme, and liked you so well as to be exceedingly pleased
to meet with you again in Camden Place, as Miss Anne Elliot,
and from that moment, I have no doubt, had a double motive
in his visits there. But there was another, and an earlier,
which I will now explain. If there is anything in my story which you know
to be either false or improbable, stop me. My account states,
that your sister's friend, the lady now staying with you,
whom I have heard you mention, came to Bath with Miss Elliot and Sir Walter
as long ago as September (in short when they first came themselves),
and has been staying there ever since; that she is a clever, insinuating,
handsome woman, poor and plausible, and altogether such in situation
and manner, as to give a general idea, among Sir Walter's acquaintance,
of her meaning to be Lady Elliot, and as general a surprise
that Miss Elliot should be apparently, blind to the danger.

Here Mrs Smith paused a moment; but Anne had not a word to say
and she continued--

This was the light in which it appeared to those who knew the family,
long before you returned to it; and Colonel Wallis had his eye
upon your father enough to be sensible of it, though he did not then
visit in Camden Place; but his regard for Mr Elliot gave him an interest
in watching all that was going on there, and when Mr Elliot came to Bath
for a day or two, as he happened to do a little before Christmas,
Colonel Wallis made him acquainted with the appearance of things,
and the reports beginning to prevail. Now you are to understand,
that time had worked a very material change in Mr Elliot's opinions
as to the value of a baronetcy. Upon all points of blood and connexion
he is a completely altered man. Having long had as much money
as he could spend, nothing to wish for on the side of avarice
or indulgence, he has been gradually learning to pin his happiness
upon the consequence he is heir to. I thought it coming on
before our acquaintance ceased, but it is now a confirmed feeling.
He cannot bear the idea of not being Sir William. You may guess,
therefore, that the news he heard from his friend could not be
very agreeable, and you may guess what it produced; the resolution
of coming back to Bath as soon as possible, and of fixing himself here
for a time, with the view of renewing his former acquaintance,
and recovering such a footing in the family as might give him the means
of ascertaining the degree of his danger, and of circumventing the lady
if he found it material. This was agreed upon between the two friends
as the only thing to be done; and Colonel Wallis was to assist
in every way that he could. He was to be introduced, and Mrs Wallis
was to be introduced, and everybody was to be introduced.
Mr Elliot came back accordingly; and on application was forgiven,
as you know, and re-admitted into the family; and there it was
his constant object, and his only object (till your arrival
added another motive), to watch Sir Walter and Mrs Clay.
He omitted no opportunity of being with them, threw himself in their way,
called at all hours; but I need not be particular on this subject.
You can imagine what an artful man would do; and with this guide,
perhaps, may recollect what you have seen him do.

Yes,said Anneyou tell me nothing which does not accord with
what I have known, or could imagine. There is always something offensive
in the details of cunning. The manoeuvres of selfishness and duplicity
must ever be revolting, but I have heard nothing which really surprises me.
I know those who would be shocked by such a representation of Mr Elliot,
who would have difficulty in believing it; but I have never been satisfied.
I have always wanted some other motive for his conduct than appeared.

I should like to know his present opinion, as to the probability
of the event he has been in dread of; whether he considers the danger
to be lessening or not.

Lessening, I understand,replied Mrs Smith. "He thinks Mrs Clay
afraid of himaware that he sees through herand not daring to proceed
as she might do in his absence. But since he must be absent
some time or otherI do not perceive how he can ever be secure
while she holds her present influence. Mrs Wallis has an amusing idea
as nurse tells methat it is to be put into the marriage articles
when you and Mr Elliot marrythat your father is not to marry Mrs Clay.
A schemeworthy of Mrs Wallis's understandingby all accounts;
but my sensible nurse Rooke sees the absurdity of it. `Whyto be sure
ma'am' said she`it would not prevent his marrying anybody else.'
Andindeedto own the truthI do not think nursein her heart
is a very strenuous opposer of Sir Walter's making a second match.
She must be allowed to be a favourer of matrimonyyou know;
and (since self will intrude) who can say that she may not have
some flying visions of attending the next Lady Elliotthrough
Mrs Wallis's recommendation?"

I am very glad to know all this,said Anneafter a little
thoughtfulness. "It will be more painful to me in some respects
to be in company with himbut I shall know better what to do.
My line of conduct will be more direct. Mr Elliot is evidently
a disingenuousartificialworldly manwho has never had
any better principle to guide him than selfishness."

But Mr Elliot was not done with. Mrs Smith had been carried away
from her first directionand Anne had forgottenin the interest
of her own family concernshow much had been originally implied
against him; but her attention was now called to the explanation
of those first hintsand she listened to a recital which
if it did not perfectly justify the unqualified bitterness of Mrs Smith
proved him to have been very unfeeling in his conduct towards her;
very deficient both in justice and compassion.

She learned that (the intimacy between them continuing unimpaired
by Mr Elliot's marriage) they had been as before always together
and Mr Elliot had led his friend into expenses much beyond his fortune.
Mrs Smith did not want to take blame to herselfand was most tender
of throwing any on her husband; but Anne could collect that their income
had never been equal to their style of livingand that from the first
there had been a great deal of general and joint extravagance.
From his wife's account of him she could discern Mr Smith to have been
a man of warm feelingseasy tempercareless habitsand not strong
understandingmuch more amiable than his friendand very unlike him
led by himand probably despised by him. Mr Elliotraised by
his marriage to great affluenceand disposed to every gratification
of pleasure and vanity which could be commanded without involving himself
(for with all his self-indulgence he had become a prudent man)
and beginning to be richjust as his friend ought to have found himself
to be poorseemed to have had no concern at all for that friend's
probable financesbuton the contraryhad been prompting and
encouraging expenses which could end only in ruin; and the Smiths
accordingly had been ruined.

The husband had died just in time to be spared the full knowledge of it.
They had previously known embarrassments enough to try the friendship
of their friendsand to prove that Mr Elliot's had better not be tried;
but it was not till his death that the wretched state of his affairs
was fully known. With a confidence in Mr Elliot's regard
more creditable to his feelings than his judgementMr Smith had
appointed him the executor of his will; but Mr Elliot would not act

and the difficulties and distress which this refusal had heaped on her
in addition to the inevitable sufferings of her situationhad been such
as could not be related without anguish of spiritor listened to
without corresponding indignation.

Anne was shewn some letters of his on the occasionanswers to
urgent applications from Mrs Smithwhich all breathed the same
stern resolution of not engaging in a fruitless troubleand
under a cold civilitythe same hard-hearted indifference
to any of the evils it might bring on her. It was a dreadful picture
of ingratitude and inhumanity; and Anne feltat some moments
that no flagrant open crime could have been worse. She had a great deal
to listen to; all the particulars of past sad scenesall the minutiae
of distress upon distresswhich in former conversations had been
merely hinted atwere dwelt on now with a natural indulgence.
Anne could perfectly comprehend the exquisite reliefand was only
the more inclined to wonder at the composure of her friend's
usual state of mind.

There was one circumstance in the history of her grievances
of particular irritation. She had good reason to believe that
some property of her husband in the West Indieswhich had been
for many years under a sort of sequestration for the payment
of its own incumbrancesmight be recoverable by proper measures;
and this propertythough not largewould be enough to make
her comparatively rich. But there was nobody to stir in it.
Mr Elliot would do nothingand she could do nothing herself
equally disabled from personal exertion by her state of
bodily weaknessand from employing others by her want of money.
She had no natural connexions to assist her even with their counsel
and she could not afford to purchase the assistance of the law.
This was a cruel aggravation of actually straitened means.
To feel that she ought to be in better circumstances
that a little trouble in the right place might do it
and to fear that delay might be even weakening her claims
was hard to bear.

It was on this point that she had hoped to engage Anne's good offices
with Mr Elliot. She had previouslyin the anticipation
of their marriagebeen very apprehensive of losing her friend by it;
but on being assured that he could have made no attempt of that nature
since he did not even know her to be in Bathit immediately occurred
that something might be done in her favour by the influence of the woman
he lovedand she had been hastily preparing to interest Anne's feelings
as far as the observances due to Mr Elliot's character would allow
when Anne's refutation of the supposed engagement changed
the face of everything; and while it took from her the new-formed hope
of succeeding in the object of her first anxietyleft her at least
the comfort of telling the whole story her own way.

After listening to this full description of Mr ElliotAnne could not but
express some surprise at Mrs Smith's having spoken of him so favourably
in the beginning of their conversation. "She had seemed to recommend
and praise him!"

My dear,was Mrs Smith's replythere was nothing else to be done.
I considered your marrying him as certain, though he might not yet
have made the offer, and I could no more speak the truth of him,
than if he had been your husband. My heart bled for you,
as I talked of happiness; and yet he is sensible, he is agreeable,
and with such a woman as you, it was not absolutely hopeless.
He was very unkind to his first wife. They were wretched together.
But she was too ignorant and giddy for respect, and he had never loved her.
I was willing to hope that you must fare better.

Anne could just acknowledge within herself such a possibility
of having been induced to marry himas made her shudder at the idea
of the misery which must have followed. It was just possible that
she might have been persuaded by Lady Russell! And under such
a suppositionwhich would have been most miserablewhen time had
disclosed alltoo late?

It was very desirable that Lady Russell should be no longer deceived;
and one of the concluding arrangements of this important conference
which carried them through the greater part of the morning
wasthat Anne had full liberty to communicate to her friend
everything relative to Mrs Smithin which his conduct was involved.

Chapter 22

Anne went home to think over all that she had heard. In one point
her feelings were relieved by this knowledge of Mr Elliot.
There was no longer anything of tenderness due to him. He stood as
opposed to Captain Wentworthin all his own unwelcome obtrusiveness;
and the evil of his attentions last nightthe irremediable mischief
he might have donewas considered with sensations unqualifiedunperplexed.
Pity for him was all over. But this was the only point of relief.
In every other respectin looking around heror penetrating forward
she saw more to distrust and to apprehend. She was concerned
for the disappointment and pain Lady Russell would be feeling;
for the mortifications which must be hanging over her father and sister
and had all the distress of foreseeing many evilswithout knowing
how to avert any one of them. She was most thankful for her own
knowledge of him. She had never considered herself as entitled to reward
for not slighting an old friend like Mrs Smithbut here was
a reward indeed springing from it! Mrs Smith had been able to tell her
what no one else could have done. Could the knowledge have
been extended through her family? But this was a vain idea.
She must talk to Lady Russelltell herconsult with her
and having done her bestwait the event with as much composure
as possible; and after allher greatest want of composure would be
in that quarter of the mind which could not be opened to Lady Russell;
in that flow of anxieties and fears which must be all to herself.

She foundon reaching homethat she hadas she intended
escaped seeing Mr Elliot; that he had called and paid them
a long morning visit; but hardly had she congratulated herself
and felt safewhen she heard that he was coming again in the evening.

I had not the smallest intention of asking him,said Elizabeth
with affected carelessnessbut he gave so many hints;
so Mrs Clay says, at least.

Indeed, I do say it. I never saw anybody in my life spell harder
for an invitation. Poor man! I was really in pain for him;
for your hard-hearted sister, Miss Anne, seems bent on cruelty.

Oh!cried ElizabethI have been rather too much used to the game
to be soon overcome by a gentleman's hints. However, when I found
how excessively he was regretting that he should miss my father
this morning, I gave way immediately, for I would never really omit
an opportunity of bring him and Sir Walter together. They appear to
so much advantage in company with each other. Each behaving so pleasantly.
Mr Elliot looking up with so much respect.

Quite delightful!cried Mrs Claynot daringhowever
to turn her eyes towards Anne. "Exactly like father and son!
Dear Miss Elliotmay I not say father and son?"

Oh! I lay no embargo on any body's words. If you will have such
ideas! But, upon my word, I am scarcely sensible of his attentions
being beyond those of other men.

My dear Miss Elliot!exclaimed Mrs Claylifting her hands and eyes
and sinking all the rest of her astonishment in a convenient silence.

Well, my dear Penelope, you need not be so alarmed about him.
I did invite him, you know. I sent him away with smiles.
When I found he was really going to his friends at Thornberry Park
for the whole day to-morrow, I had compassion on him.

Anne admired the good acting of the friendin being able to shew
such pleasure as she didin the expectation and in the actual arrival
of the very person whose presence must really be interfering with
her prime object. It was impossible but that Mrs Clay must hate
the sight of Mr Elliot; and yet she could assume a most obliging
placid lookand appear quite satisfied with the curtailed license
of devoting herself only half as much to Sir Walter as she would have
done otherwise.

To Anne herself it was most distressing to see Mr Elliot enter the room;
and quite painful to have him approach and speak to her.
She had been used before to feel that he could not be always quite sincere
but now she saw insincerity in everything. His attentive deference
to her fathercontrasted with his former languagewas odious;
and when she thought of his cruel conduct towards Mrs Smith
she could hardly bear the sight of his present smiles and mildness
or the sound of his artificial good sentiments.

She meant to avoid any such alteration of manners as might provoke
a remonstrance on his side. It was a great object to her to escape
all enquiry or eclat; but it was her intention to be as decidedly cool
to him as might be compatible with their relationship; and to retrace
as quietly as she couldthe few steps of unnecessary intimacy she had
been gradually led along. She was accordingly more guarded
and more coolthan she had been the night before.

He wanted to animate her curiosity again as to how and where
he could have heard her formerly praised; wanted very much
to be gratified by more solicitation; but the charm was broken:
he found that the heat and animation of a public room was necessary
to kindle his modest cousin's vanity; he foundat leastthat it was
not to be done nowby any of those attempts which he could hazard
among the too-commanding claims of the others. He little surmised
that it was a subject acting now exactly against his interest
bringing immediately to her thoughts all those parts of his conduct
which were least excusable.

She had some satisfaction in finding that he was really going out of Bath
the next morninggoing earlyand that he would be gone the greater part
of two days. He was invited again to Camden Place the very evening of
his return; but from Thursday to Saturday evening his absence was certain.
It was bad enough that a Mrs Clay should be always before her;
but that a deeper hypocrite should be added to their party
seemed the destruction of everything like peace and comfort.
It was so humiliating to reflect on the constant deception practised
on her father and Elizabeth; to consider the various sources
of mortification preparing for them! Mrs Clay's selfishness was

not so complicate nor so revolting as his; and Anne would have compounded
for the marriage at oncewith all its evilsto be clear of Mr Elliot's
subtleties in endeavouring to prevent it.

On Friday morning she meant to go very early to Lady Russell
and accomplish the necessary communication; and she would have gone
directly after breakfastbut that Mrs Clay was also going out
on some obliging purpose of saving her sister troublewhich
determined her to wait till she might be safe from such a companion.
She saw Mrs Clay fairly offthereforebefore she began to talk
of spending the morning in Rivers Street.

Very well,said ElizabethI have nothing to send but my love.
Oh! you may as well take back that tiresome book she would lend me,
and pretend I have read it through. I really cannot be plaguing myself
for ever with all the new poems and states of the nation that come out.
Lady Russell quite bores one with her new publications.
You need not tell her so, but I thought her dress hideous the other night.
I used to think she had some taste in dress, but I was ashamed of her
at the concert. Something so formal and arrange in her air!
and she sits so upright! My best love, of course.

And mine,added Sir Walter. "Kindest regards. And you may say
that I mean to call upon her soon. Make a civil message;
but I shall only leave my card. Morning visits are never fair
by women at her time of lifewho make themselves up so little.
If she would only wear rouge she would not be afraid of being seen;
but last time I calledI observed the blinds were let down immediately."

While her father spokethere was a knock at the door. Who could it be?
Anneremembering the preconcerted visitsat all hoursof Mr Elliot
would have expected himbut for his known engagement seven miles off.
After the usual period of suspensethe usual sounds of approach were heard
and "Mr and Mrs Charles Musgrove" were ushered into the room.

Surprise was the strongest emotion raised by their appearance;
but Anne was really glad to see them; and the others were not so sorry
but that they could put on a decent air of welcome; and as soon
as it became clear that thesetheir nearest relationswere not arrived
with an views of accommodation in that houseSir Walter and Elizabeth
were able to rise in cordialityand do the honours of it very well.
They were come to Bath for a few days with Mrs Musgroveand were
at the White Hart. So much was pretty soon understood;
but till Sir Walter and Elizabeth were walking Mary into
the other drawing-roomand regaling themselves with her admiration
Anne could not draw upon Charles's brain for a regular history
of their comingor an explanation of some smiling hints
of particular businesswhich had been ostentatiously dropped by Mary
as well as of some apparent confusion as to whom their party consisted of.

She then found that it consisted of Mrs MusgroveHenrietta
and Captain Harvillebeside their two selves. He gave her a very plain
intelligible account of the whole; a narration in which she saw
a great deal of most characteristic proceeding. The scheme
had received its first impulse by Captain Harville's wanting to
come to Bath on business. He had begun to talk of it a week ago;
and by way of doing somethingas shooting was overCharles had proposed
coming with himand Mrs Harville had seemed to like the idea of it
very muchas an advantage to her husband; but Mary could not bear
to be leftand had made herself so unhappy about itthat for a day or two
everything seemed to be in suspenseor at an end. But then
it had been taken up by his father and mother. His mother had
some old friends in Bath whom she wanted to see; it was thought
a good opportunity for Henrietta to come and buy wedding-clothes

for herself and her sister; andin shortit ended in being
his mother's partythat everything might be comfortable and easy
to Captain Harville; and he and Mary were included in it
by way of general convenience. They had arrived late the night before.
Mrs Harvilleher childrenand Captain Benwickremained with
Mr Musgrove and Louisa at Uppercross.

Anne's only surprise wasthat affairs should be in forwardness enough
for Henrietta's wedding-clothes to be talked of. She had imagined
such difficulties of fortune to exist there as must prevent
the marriage from being near at hand; but she learned from Charles that
very recently(since Mary's last letter to herself)Charles Hayter
had been applied to by a friend to hold a living for a youth
who could not possibly claim it under many years; and that
on the strength of his present incomewith almost a certainty
of something more permanent long before the term in question
the two families had consented to the young people's wishes
and that their marriage was likely to take place in a few months
quite as soon as Louisa's. "And a very good living it was
Charles added: only five-and-twenty miles from Uppercross
and in a very fine country: fine part of Dorsetshire.
In the centre of some of the best preserves in the kingdom
surrounded by three great proprietorseach more careful and jealous
than the other; and to two of the three at leastCharles Hayter might get
a special recommendation. Not that he will value it as he ought
he observed, Charles is too cool about sporting. That's the worst of him."

I am extremely glad, indeed,cried Anneparticularly glad
that this should happen; and that of two sisters, who both deserve
equally well, and who have always been such good friends,
the pleasant prospect of one should not be dimming those of the other--
that they should be so equal in their prosperity and comfort.
I hope your father and mother are quite happy with regard to both.

Oh! yes. My father would be well pleased if the gentlemen were richer,
but he has no other fault to find. Money, you know, coming down with
money--two daughters at once--it cannot be a very agreeable operation,
and it streightens him as to many things. However, I do not mean to say
they have not a right to it. It is very fit they should have
daughters' shares; and I am sure he has always been a very kind,
liberal father to me. Mary does not above half like Henrietta's match.
She never did, you know. But she does not do him justice,
nor think enough about Winthrop. I cannot make her attend to
the value of the property. It is a very fair match, as times go;
and I have liked Charles Hayter all my life, and I shall not leave off now.

Such excellent parents as Mr and Mrs Musgrove,exclaimed Anne
should be happy in their children's marriages. They do everything
to confer happiness, I am sure. What a blessing to young people
to be in such hands! Your father and mother seem so totally free
from all those ambitious feelings which have led to so much misconduct
and misery, both in young and old. I hope you think Louisa
perfectly recovered now?

He answered rather hesitatinglyYes, I believe I do; very much recovered;
but she is altered; there is no running or jumping about, no laughing
or dancing; it is quite different. If one happens only to shut the door
a little hard, she starts and wriggles like a young dab-chick in the water;
and Benwick sits at her elbow, reading verses, or whispering to her,
all day long.

Anne could not help laughing. "That cannot be much to your taste
I know said she; but I do believe him to be an excellent young man."

To be sure he is. Nobody doubts it; and I hope you do not think
I am so illiberal as to want every man to have the same objects and
pleasures as myself. I have a great value for Benwick; and when one can
but get him to talk, he has plenty to say. His reading has done him
no harm, for he has fought as well as read. He is a brave fellow.
I got more acquainted with him last Monday than ever I did before.
We had a famous set-to at rat-hunting all the morning in
my father's great barns; and he played his part so well
that I have liked him the better ever since.

Here they were interrupted by the absolute necessity of Charles's
following the others to admire mirrors and china; but Anne had
heard enough to understand the present state of Uppercross
and rejoice in its happiness; and though she sighed as she rejoiced
her sigh had none of the ill-will of envy in it. She would certainly
have risen to their blessings if she couldbut she did not want
to lessen theirs.

The visit passed off altogether in high good humour. Mary was
in excellent spiritsenjoying the gaiety and the change
and so well satisfied with the journey in her mother-in-law's carriage
with four horsesand with her own complete independence of Camden Place
that she was exactly in a temper to admire everything as she ought
and enter most readily into all the superiorities of the house
as they were detailed to her. She had no demands on her father or sister
and her consequence was just enough increased by their handsome

Elizabeth wasfor a short timesuffering a good deal.
She felt that Mrs Musgrove and all her party ought to be asked
to dine with them; but she could not bear to have the difference of style
the reduction of servantswhich a dinner must betraywitnessed by those
who had been always so inferior to the Elliots of Kellynch.
It was a struggle between propriety and vanity; but vanity got the better
and then Elizabeth was happy again. These were her internal persuasions:
Old fashioned notions; country hospitality; we do not profess
to give dinners; few people in Bath do; Lady Alicia never does;
did not even ask her own sister's family, though they were here a month:
and I dare say it would be very inconvenient to Mrs Musgrove;
put her quite out of her way. I am sure she would rather not come;
she cannot feel easy with us. I will ask them all for an evening;
that will be much better; that will be a novelty and a treat.
They have not seen two such drawing rooms before. They will be delighted
to come to-morrow evening. It shall be a regular party, small,
but most elegant.And this satisfied Elizabeth: and when the invitation
was given to the two presentand promised for the absent
Mary was as completely satisfied. She was particularly asked
to meet Mr Elliotand be introduced to Lady Dalrymple and Miss Carteret
who were fortunately already engaged to come; and she could not
have received a more gratifying attention. Miss Elliot was to have
the honour of calling on Mrs Musgrove in the course of the morning;
and Anne walked off with Charles and Maryto go and see her
and Henrietta directly.

Her plan of sitting with Lady Russell must give way for the present.
They all three called in Rivers Street for a couple of minutes;
but Anne convinced herself that a day's delay of the intended communication
could be of no consequenceand hastened forward to the White Hart
to see again the friends and companions of the last autumn
with an eagerness of good-will which many associations contributed to form.

They found Mrs Musgrove and her daughter withinand by themselves
and Anne had the kindest welcome from each. Henrietta was exactly
in that state of recently-improved viewsof fresh-formed happiness

which made her full of regard and interest for everybody she had
ever liked before at all; and Mrs Musgrove's real affection had been won
by her usefulness when they were in distress. It was a heartiness
and a warmthand a sincerity which Anne delighted in the more
from the sad want of such blessings at home. She was entreated
to give them as much of her time as possibleinvited for every day
and all day longor rather claimed as part of the family; andin return
she naturally fell into all her wonted ways of attention and assistance
and on Charles's leaving them togetherwas listening to Mrs Musgrove's
history of Louisaand to Henrietta's of herselfgiving opinions
on businessand recommendations to shops; with intervals of every help
which Mary requiredfrom altering her ribbon to settling her accounts;
from finding her keysand assorting her trinketsto trying
to convince her that she was not ill-used by anybody; which Mary
well amused as she generally wasin her station at a window
overlooking the entrance to the Pump Roomcould not but have
her moments of imagining.

A morning of thorough confusion was to be expected. A large party
in an hotel ensured a quick-changingunsettled scene. One five minutes
brought a notethe next a parcel; and Anne had not been there
half an hourwhen their dining-roomspacious as it was
seemed more than half filled: a party of steady old friends
were seated around Mrs Musgroveand Charles came back with
Captains Harville and Wentworth. The appearance of the latter
could not be more than the surprise of the moment. It was impossible
for her to have forgotten to feel that this arrival of their
common friends must be soon bringing them together again.
Their last meeting had been most important in opening his feelings;
she had derived from it a delightful conviction; but she feared
from his looksthat the same unfortunate persuasionwhich had
hastened him away from the Concert Roomstill governed.
He did not seem to want to be near enough for conversation.

She tried to be calmand leave things to take their course
and tried to dwell much on this argument of rational dependence:--
Surely, if there be constant attachment on each side, our hearts
must understand each other ere long. We are not boy and girl,
to be captiously irritable, misled by every moment's inadvertence,
and wantonly playing with our own happiness.And yet
a few minutes afterwardsshe felt as if their being in company
with each otherunder their present circumstancescould only be
exposing them to inadvertencies and misconstructions of the most
mischievous kind.

Anne,cried Marystill at her windowthere is Mrs Clay,
I am sure, standing under the colonnade, and a gentleman with her.
I saw them turn the corner from Bath Street just now. They seemed
deep in talk. Who is it? Come, and tell me. Good heavens! I recollect.
It is Mr Elliot himself.

No,cried Annequicklyit cannot be Mr Elliot, I assure you.
He was to leave Bath at nine this morning, and does not come back
till to-morrow.

As she spokeshe felt that Captain Wentworth was looking at her
the consciousness of which vexed and embarrassed herand made her regret
that she had said so muchsimple as it was.

Maryresenting that she should be supposed not to know her own cousin
began talking very warmly about the family featuresand protesting
still more positively that it was Mr Elliotcalling again upon Anne
to come and look for herselfbut Anne did not mean to stir
and tried to be cool and unconcerned. Her distress returned

howeveron perceiving smiles and intelligent glances pass between
two or three of the lady visitorsas if they believed themselves
quite in the secret. It was evident that the report concerning her
had spreadand a short pause succeededwhich seemed to ensure
that it would now spread farther.

Do come, Annecried Marycome and look yourself. You will be too late
if you do not make haste. They are parting; they are shaking hands.
He is turning away. Not know Mr Elliot, indeed! You seem to have
forgot all about Lyme.

To pacify Maryand perhaps screen her own embarrassment
Anne did move quietly to the window. She was just in time to ascertain
that it really was Mr Elliotwhich she had never believed
before he disappeared on one sideas Mrs Clay walked quickly off
on the other; and checking the surprise which she could not but feel
at such an appearance of friendly conference between two persons
of totally opposite interestshe calmly saidYes, it is Mr Elliot,
certainly. He has changed his hour of going, I suppose, that is all,
or I may be mistaken, I might not attend;and walked back to her chair
recomposedand with the comfortable hope of having acquitted herself well.

The visitors took their leave; and Charleshaving civilly seen them off
and then made a face at themand abused them for comingbegan with--

Well, mother, I have done something for you that you will like.
I have been to the theatre, and secured a box for to-morrow night.
A'n't I a good boy? I know you love a play; and there is room for us all.
It holds nine. I have engaged Captain Wentworth. Anne will
not be sorry to join us, I am sure. We all like a play.
Have not I done well, mother?

Mrs Musgrove was good humouredly beginning to express her perfect readiness
for the playif Henrietta and all the others liked itwhen Mary
eagerly interrupted her by exclaiming--

Good heavens, Charles! how can you think of such a thing?
Take a box for to-morrow night! Have you forgot that we are engaged
to Camden Place to-morrow night? and that we were most particularly asked
to meet Lady Dalrymple and her daughter, and Mr Elliot, and all
the principal family connexions, on purpose to be introduced to them?
How can you be so forgetful?

Phoo! phoo!replied Charleswhat's an evening party?
Never worth remembering. Your father might have asked us to dinner,
I think, if he had wanted to see us. You may do as you like,
but I shall go to the play.

Oh! Charles, I declare it will be too abominable if you do,
when you promised to go.

No, I did not promise. I only smirked and bowed, and said the word
`happy.' There was no promise.

But you must go, Charles. It would be unpardonable to fail.
We were asked on purpose to be introduced. There was always
such a great connexion between the Dalrymples and ourselves.
Nothing ever happened on either side that was not announced immediately.
We are quite near relations, you know; and Mr Elliot too,
whom you ought so particularly to be acquainted with! Every attention
is due to Mr Elliot. Consider, my father's heir: the future
representative of the family.

Don't talk to me about heirs and representatives,cried Charles.

I am not one of those who neglect the reigning power to bow
to the rising sun. If I would not go for the sake of your father,
I should think it scandalous to go for the sake of his heir.
What is Mr Elliot to me?The careless expression was life to Anne
who saw that Captain Wentworth was all attentionlooking and
listening with his whole soul; and that the last words brought
his enquiring eyes from Charles to herself.

Charles and Mary still talked on in the same style; hehalf serious
and half jestingmaintaining the scheme for the playand she
invariably seriousmost warmly opposing itand not omitting
to make it known thathowever determined to go to Camden Place herself
she should not think herself very well usedif they went to the play
without her. Mrs Musgrove interposed.

We had better put it off. Charles, you had much better go back
and change the box for Tuesday. It would be a pity to be divided,
and we should be losing Miss Anne, too, if there is a party at her father's;
and I am sure neither Henrietta nor I should care at all for the play,
if Miss Anne could not be with us.

Anne felt truly obliged to her for such kindness; and quite as much
so for the opportunity it gave her of decidedly saying--

If it depended only on my inclination, ma'am, the party at home
(excepting on Mary's account) would not be the smallest impediment.
I have no pleasure in the sort of meeting, and should be too happy
to change it for a play, and with you. But, it had better
not be attempted, perhaps.She had spoken it; but she trembled
when it was doneconscious that her words were listened to
and daring not even to try to observe their effect.

It was soon generally agreed that Tuesday should be the day;
Charles only reserving the advantage of still teasing his wife
by persisting that he would go to the play to-morrow if nobody else would.

Captain Wentworth left his seatand walked to the fire-place;
probably for the sake of walking away from it soon afterwards
and taking a stationwith less bare-faced designby Anne.

You have not been long enough in Bath,said heto enjoy
the evening parties of the place.

Oh! no. The usual character of them has nothing for me.
I am no card-player.

You were not formerly, I know. You did not use to like cards;
but time makes many changes.

I am not yet so much changed,cried Anneand stoppedfearing she
hardly knew what misconstruction. After waiting a few moments
he saidand as if it were the result of immediate feeling
It is a period, indeed! Eight years and a half is a period.

Whether he would have proceeded farther was left to Anne's imagination
to ponder over in a calmer hour; for while still hearing the sounds
he had utteredshe was startled to other subjects by Henrietta
eager to make use of the present leisure for getting out
and calling on her companions to lose no timelest somebody else
should come in.

They were obliged to move. Anne talked of being perfectly ready
and tried to look it; but she felt that could Henrietta have known
the regret and reluctance of her heart in quitting that chair

in preparing to quit the roomshe would have foundin all her own
sensations for her cousinin the very security of his affection
wherewith to pity her.

Their preparationshoweverwere stopped short. Alarming sounds
were heard; other visitors approachedand the door was thrown open
for Sir Walter and Miss Elliotwhose entrance seemed to give
a general chill. Anne felt an instant oppressionand wherever she looked
saw symptoms of the same. The comfortthe freedomthe gaiety
of the room was overhushed into cold composuredetermined silence
or insipid talkto meet the heartless elegance of her father and sister.
How mortifying to feel that it was so!

Her jealous eye was satisfied in one particular. Captain Wentworth
was acknowledged again by eachby Elizabeth more graciously than before.
She even addressed him onceand looked at him more than once.
Elizabeth wasin factrevolving a great measure. The sequel
explained it. After the waste of a few minutes in saying
the proper nothingsshe began to give the invitation which
was to comprise all the remaining dues of the Musgroves.
To-morrow evening, to meet a few friends: no formal party.
It was all said very gracefullyand the cards with which she had
provided herselfthe "Miss Elliot at home were laid on the table,
with a courteous, comprehensive smile to all, and one smile and
one card more decidedly for Captain Wentworth. The truth was,
that Elizabeth had been long enough in Bath to understand
the importance of a man of such an air and appearance as his.
The past was nothing. The present was that Captain Wentworth
would move about well in her drawing-room. The card was pointedly given,
and Sir Walter and Elizabeth arose and disappeared.

The interruption had been short, though severe, and ease and animation
returned to most of those they left as the door shut them out,
but not to Anne. She could think only of the invitation she had
with such astonishment witnessed, and of the manner in which
it had been received; a manner of doubtful meaning, of surprise rather
than gratification, of polite acknowledgement rather than acceptance.
She knew him; she saw disdain in his eye, and could not venture to believe
that he had determined to accept such an offering, as an atonement
for all the insolence of the past. Her spirits sank. He held the card
in his hand after they were gone, as if deeply considering it.

Only think of Elizabeth's including everybody!" whispered Mary
very audibly. "I do not wonder Captain Wentworth is delighted!
You see he cannot put the card out of his hand."

Anne caught his eyesaw his cheeks glowand his mouth form itself
into a momentary expression of contemptand turned away
that she might neither see nor hear more to vex her.

The party separated. The gentlemen had their own pursuits
the ladies proceeded on their own businessand they met no more while
Anne belonged to them. She was earnestly begged to return and dine
and give them all the rest of the daybut her spirits had been
so long exerted that at present she felt unequal to more
and fit only for homewhere she might be sure of being as silent
as she chose.

Promising to be with them the whole of the following morningtherefore
she closed the fatigues of the present by a toilsome walk to Camden Place
there to spend the evening chiefly in listening to the busy arrangements
of Elizabeth and Mrs Clay for the morrow's partythe frequent enumeration
of the persons invitedand the continually improving detail of all
the embellishments which were to make it the most completely elegant

of its kind in Bathwhile harassing herself with the never-ending
questionof whether Captain Wentworth would come or not? They were
reckoning him as certainbut with her it was a gnawing solicitude
never appeased for five minutes together. She generally thought
he would comebecause she generally thought he ought; but it was a case
which she could not so shape into any positive act of duty or discretion
as inevitably to defy the suggestions of very opposite feelings.

She only roused herself from the broodings of this restless agitation
to let Mrs Clay know that she had been seen with Mr Elliot
three hours after his being supposed to be out of Bath
for having watched in vain for some intimation of the interview
from the lady herselfshe determined to mention itand it seemed to her
there was guilt in Mrs Clay's face as she listened. It was transient:
cleared away in an instant; but Anne could imagine she read there
the consciousness of havingby some complication of mutual trick
or some overbearing authority of hisbeen obliged to attend
(perhaps for half an hour) to his lectures and restrictions on her designs
on Sir Walter. She exclaimedhoweverwith a very tolerable
imitation of nature: -

Oh! dear! very true. Only think, Miss Elliot, to my great surprise
I met with Mr Elliot in Bath Street. I was never more astonished.
He turned back and walked with me to the Pump Yard. He had been prevented
setting off for Thornberry, but I really forget by what;
for I was in a hurry, and could not much attend, and I can only answer
for his being determined not to be delayed in his return.
He wanted to know how early he might be admitted to-morrow.
He was full of `to-morrow,' and it is very evident that I have been
full of it too, ever since I entered the house, and learnt the extension
of your plan and all that had happened, or my seeing him could never have
gone so entirely out of my head.

Chapter 23

One day only had passed since Anne's conversation with Mrs Smith;
but a keener interest had succeededand she was now so little touched
by Mr Elliot's conductexcept by its effects in one quarter
that it became a matter of course the next morningstill to defer
her explanatory visit in Rivers Street. She had promised to be
with the Musgroves from breakfast to dinner. Her faith was plighted
and Mr Elliot's characterlike the Sultaness Scheherazade's head
must live another day.

She could not keep her appointment punctuallyhowever;
the weather was unfavourableand she had grieved over the rain
on her friends' accountand felt it very much on her own
before she was able to attempt the walk. When she reached the White Hart
and made her way to the proper apartmentshe found herself
neither arriving quite in timenor the first to arrive.
The party before her wereMrs Musgrovetalking to Mrs Croft
and Captain Harville to Captain Wentworth; and she immediately heard
that Mary and Henriettatoo impatient to waithad gone out the moment
it had clearedbut would be back again soonand that the strictest
injunctions had been left with Mrs Musgrove to keep her there
till they returned. She had only to submitsit down
be outwardly composedand feel herself plunged at once
in all the agitations which she had merely laid her account of
tasting a little before the morning closed. There was no delay
no waste of time. She was deep in the happiness of such misery
or the misery of such happinessinstantly. Two minutes after

her entering the roomCaptain Wentworth said--

We will write the letter we were talking of, Harville, now,
if you will give me materials.

Materials were at handon a separate table; he went to it
and nearly turning his back to them allwas engrossed by writing.

Mrs Musgrove was giving Mrs Croft the history of her eldest
daughter's engagementand just in that inconvenient tone of voice
which was perfectly audible while it pretended to be a whisper.
Anne felt that she did not belong to the conversationand yet
as Captain Harville seemed thoughtful and not disposed to talk
she could not avoid hearing many undesirable particulars; such as
how Mr Musgrove and my brother Hayter had met again and again
to talk it over; what my brother Hayter had said one day,
and what Mr Musgrove had proposed the next, and what had occurred
to my sister Hayter, and what the young people had wished, and what
I said at first I never could consent to, but was afterwards persuaded
to think might do very well,and a great deal in the same style
of open-hearted communication: minutiae whicheven with every advantage
of taste and delicacywhich good Mrs Musgrove could not give
could be properly interesting only to the principals. Mrs Croft
was attending with great good-humourand whenever she spoke at all
it was very sensibly. Anne hoped the gentlemen might each be
too much self-occupied to hear.

And so, ma'am, all these thing considered,said Mrs Musgrove
in her powerful whisperthough we could have wished it different,
yet, altogether, we did not think it fair to stand out any longer,
for Charles Hayter was quite wild about it, and Henrietta was
pretty near as bad; and so we thought they had better marry at once,
and make the best of it, as many others have done before them.
At any rate, said I, it will be better than a long engagement.

That is precisely what I was going to observe,cried Mrs Croft.
I would rather have young people settle on a small income at once,
and have to struggle with a few difficulties together, than be
involved in a long engagement. I always think that no mutual--

Oh! dear Mrs Croft,cried Mrs Musgroveunable to let her
finish her speechthere is nothing I so abominate for young people
as a long engagement. It is what I always protested against
for my children. It is all very well, I used to say, for young people
to be engaged, if there is a certainty of their being able to marry
in six months, or even in twelve; but a long engagement--

Yes, dear ma'am,said Mrs Croftor an uncertain engagement,
an engagement which may be long. To begin without knowing
that at such a time there will be the means of marrying,
I hold to be very unsafe and unwise, and what I think all parents
should prevent as far as they can.

Anne found an unexpected interest here. She felt its application
to herselffelt it in a nervous thrill all over her; and at the same
moment that her eyes instinctively glanced towards the distant table
Captain Wentworth's pen ceased to movehis head was raisedpausing
listeningand he turned round the next instant to give a look
one quickconscious look at her.

The two ladies continued to talkto re-urge the same admitted truths
and enforce them with such examples of the ill effect of
a contrary practice as had fallen within their observation
but Anne heard nothing distinctly; it was only a buzz of words in her ear

her mind was in confusion.

Captain Harvillewho had in truth been hearing none of it
now left his seatand moved to a windowand Anne seeming to watch him
though it was from thorough absence of mindbecame gradually sensible
that he was inviting her to join him where he stood. He looked at her
with a smileand a little motion of the headwhich expressed
Come to me, I have something to say;and the unaffected
easy kindness of manner which denoted the feelings of an older acquaintance
than he really wasstrongly enforced the invitation. She roused herself
and went to him. The window at which he stood was at the other end
of the room from where the two ladies were sittingand though nearer
to Captain Wentworth's tablenot very near. As she joined him
Captain Harville's countenance re-assumed the seriousthoughtful
expression which seemed its natural character.

Look here,said heunfolding a parcel in his handand displaying
a small miniature paintingdo you know who that is?

Certainly: Captain Benwick.

Yes, and you may guess who it is for. But,(in a deep tone)
it was not done for her. Miss Elliot, do you remember our
walking together at Lyme, and grieving for him? I little thought then--
but no matter. This was drawn at the Cape. He met with
a clever young German artist at the Cape, and in compliance with a promise
to my poor sister, sat to him, and was bringing it home for her;
and I have now the charge of getting it properly set for another!
It was a commission to me! But who else was there to employ?
I hope I can allow for him. I am not sorry, indeed, to make it
over to another. He undertakes it;(looking towards Captain Wentworth)
he is writing about it now.And with a quivering lip he wound up
the whole by addingPoor Fanny! she would not have forgotten him so soon!

No,replied Annein a lowfeeling voice. "That I can easily believe."

It was not in her nature. She doted on him.

It would not be the nature of any woman who truly loved.

Captain Harville smiledas much as to sayDo you claim that
for your sex?and she answered the questionsmiling also
Yes. We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us.
It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves.
We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.
You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits,
business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately,
and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions.

Granting your assertion that the world does all this so soon for men
(which, however, I do not think I shall grant), it does not apply
to Benwick. He has not been forced upon any exertion. The peace
turned him on shore at the very moment, and he has been living with us,
in our little family circle, ever since.

True,said Annevery true; I did not recollect; but what shall
we say now, Captain Harville? If the change be not from
outward circumstances, it must be from within; it must be nature,
man's nature, which has done the business for Captain Benwick.

No, no, it is not man's nature. I will not allow it to be more
man's nature than woman's to be inconstant and forget those they do love,
or have loved. I believe the reverse. I believe in a true analogy
between our bodily frames and our mental; and that as our bodies are

the strongest, so are our feelings; capable of bearing most rough usage,
and riding out the heaviest weather.

Your feelings may be the strongest,replied Annebut the same spirit
of analogy will authorise me to assert that ours are the most tender.
Man is more robust than woman, but he is not longer lived;
which exactly explains my view of the nature of their attachments.
Nay, it would be too hard upon you, if it were otherwise.
You have difficulties, and privations, and dangers enough to struggle with.
You are always labouring and toiling, exposed to every risk and hardship.
Your home, country, friends, all quitted. Neither time, nor health,
nor life, to be called your own. It would be hard, indeed
(with a faltering voice)if woman's feelings were to be
added to all this.

We shall never agree upon this question,Captain Harville
was beginning to saywhen a slight noise called their attention
to Captain Wentworth's hitherto perfectly quiet division of the room.
It was nothing more than that his pen had fallen down; but Anne was
startled at finding him nearer than she had supposedand half inclined
to suspect that the pen had only fallen because he had been
occupied by themstriving to catch soundswhich yet she did not think
he could have caught.

Have you finished your letter?said Captain Harville.

Not quite, a few lines more. I shall have done in five minutes.

There is no hurry on my side. I am only ready whenever you are.
I am in very good anchorage here,(smiling at Anne) "well supplied
and want for nothing. No hurry for a signal at all. WellMiss Elliot
(lowering his voice,) as I was saying we shall never agree
I supposeupon this point. No man and womanwouldprobably.
But let me observe that all histories are against you--all stories
prose and verse. If I had such a memory as BenwickI could bring you
fifty quotations in a moment on my side the argumentand I do not think
I ever opened a book in my life which had not something to say
upon woman's inconstancy. Songs and proverbsall talk
of woman's fickleness. But perhaps you will saythese were all
written by men."

Perhaps I shall. Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to examples
in books. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story.
Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has
been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.

But how shall we prove anything?

We never shall. We never can expect to prove any thing upon such a point.
It is a difference of opinion which does not admit of proof.
We each begin, probably, with a little bias towards our own sex;
and upon that bias build every circumstance in favour of it
which has occurred within our own circle; many of which circumstances
(perhaps those very cases which strike us the most) may be precisely such
as cannot be brought forward without betraying a confidence,
or in some respect saying what should not be said.

Ah!cried Captain Harvillein a tone of strong feeling
if I could but make you comprehend what a man suffers when he takes
a last look at his wife and children, and watches the boat
that he has sent them off in, as long as it is in sight,
and then turns away and says, `God knows whether we ever meet again!'
And then, if I could convey to you the glow of his soul when he does
see them again; when, coming back after a twelvemonth's absence,

perhaps, and obliged to put into another port, he calculates how soon
it be possible to get them there, pretending to deceive himself,
and saying, `They cannot be here till such a day,' but all the while
hoping for them twelve hours sooner, and seeing them arrive at last,
as if Heaven had given them wings, by many hours sooner still!
If I could explain to you all this, and all that a man can bear and do,
and glories to do, for the sake of these treasures of his existence!
I speak, you know, only of such men as have hearts!pressing his own
with emotion.

Oh!cried Anne eagerlyI hope I do justice to all that is felt by you,
and by those who resemble you. God forbid that I should undervalue
the warm and faithful feelings of any of my fellow-creatures!
I should deserve utter contempt if I dared to suppose that true attachment
and constancy were known only by woman. No, I believe you capable
of everything great and good in your married lives. I believe you equal
to every important exertion, and to every domestic forbearance,
so long as--if I may be allowed the expression--so long as you have
an object. I mean while the woman you love lives, and lives for you.
All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one;
you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence
or when hope is gone.

She could not immediately have uttered another sentence; her heart
was too fullher breath too much oppressed.

You are a good soul,cried Captain Harvilleputting his hand
on her armquite affectionately. "There is no quarrelling with you.
And when I think of Benwickmy tongue is tied."

Their attention was called towards the others. Mrs Croft was taking leave.

Here, Frederick, you and I part company, I believe,said she.
I am going home, and you have an engagement with your friend.
To-night we may have the pleasure of all meeting again at your party,
(turning to Anne.) "We had your sister's card yesterday
and I understood Frederick had a card toothough I did not see it;
and you are disengagedFrederickare you notas well as ourselves?"

Captain Wentworth was folding up a letter in great hasteand either
could not or would not answer fully.

Yes,said hevery true; here we separate, but Harville and I
shall soon be after you; that is, Harville, if you are ready,
I am in half a minute. I know you will not be sorry to be off.
I shall be at your service in half a minute.

Mrs Croft left themand Captain Wentworthhaving sealed his letter
with great rapiditywas indeed readyand had even a hurried
agitated airwhich shewed impatience to be gone. Anne knew not how
to understand it. She had the kindest "Good morningGod bless you!"
from Captain Harvillebut from him not a wordnor a look!
He had passed out of the room without a look!

She had only timehoweverto move closer to the table where
he had been writingwhen footsteps were heard returning;
the door openedit was himself. He begged their pardon
but he had forgotten his glovesand instantly crossing the room
to the writing tablehe drew out a letter from under the scattered paper
placed it before Anne with eyes of glowing entreaty fixed on her
for a timeand hastily collecting his gloveswas again out of the room
almost before Mrs Musgrove was aware of his being in it:
the work of an instant!

The revolution which one instant had made in Annewas almost
beyond expression. The letterwith a direction hardly legible
to "Miss A. E.-- was evidently the one which he had been folding
so hastily. While supposed to be writing only to Captain Benwick,
he had been also addressing her! On the contents of that letter
depended all which this world could do for her. Anything was possible,
anything might be defied rather than suspense. Mrs Musgrove had
little arrangements of her own at her own table; to their protection
she must trust, and sinking into the chair which he had occupied,
succeeding to the very spot where he had leaned and written,
her eyes devoured the following words:

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means
as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony
half hope. Tell me not that I am too latethat such precious feelings
are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart
even more your own than when you almost broke iteight years
and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman
that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
Unjust I may have beenweak and resentful I have been
but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath.
For you aloneI think and plan. Have you not seen this?
Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even
these ten dayscould I have read your feelingsas I think you must have
penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing
something which overpowers me. You sink your voicebut I can
distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others.
Too goodtoo excellent creature! You do us justiceindeed.
You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men.
Believe it to be most ferventmost undeviatingin F. W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither,
or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look,
will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house
this evening or never.

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. Half and hour's solitude
and reflection might have tranquillized her; but the ten minutes only
which now passed before she was interruptedwith all the restraints
of her situationcould do nothing towards tranquillity. Every moment
rather brought fresh agitation. It was overpowering happiness.
And before she was beyond the first stage of full sensation
CharlesMaryand Henrietta all came in.

The absolute necessity of seeming like herself produced then
an immediate struggle; but after a while she could do no more.
She began not to understand a word they saidand was obliged
to plead indisposition and excuse herself. They could then see
that she looked very illwere shocked and concernedand would not
stir without her for the world. This was dreadful. Would they only
have gone awayand left her in the quiet possession of that room
it would have been her cure; but to have them all standing or
waiting around her was distractingand in desperation
she said she would go home.

By all means, my dear,cried Mrs Musgrovego home directly,
and take care of yourself, that you may be fit for the evening.
I wish Sarah was here to doctor you, but I am no doctor myself.
Charles, ring and order a chair. She must not walk.

But the chair would never do. Worse than all! To lose the possibility
of speaking two words to Captain Wentworth in the course of her quiet

solitary progress up the town (and she felt almost certain of meeting him)
could not be borne. The chair was earnestly protested against
and Mrs Musgrovewho thought only of one sort of illness
having assured herself with some anxietythat there had been no fall
in the case; that Anne had not at any time lately slipped down
and got a blow on her head; that she was perfectly convinced of having
had no fall; could part with her cheerfullyand depend on
finding her better at night.

Anxious to omit no possible precautionAnne struggledand said--

I am afraid, ma'am, that it is not perfectly understood.
Pray be so good as to mention to the other gentlemen that we hope
to see your whole party this evening. I am afraid there had been
some mistake; and I wish you particularly to assure Captain Harville
and Captain Wentworth, that we hope to see them both.

Oh! my dear, it is quite understood, I give you my word.
Captain Harville has no thought but of going.

Do you think so? But I am afraid; and I should be so very sorry.
Will you promise me to mention it, when you see them again?
You will see them both this morning, I dare say. Do promise me.

To be sure I will, if you wish it. Charles, if you see Captain Harville
anywhere, remember to give Miss Anne's message. But indeed, my dear,
you need not be uneasy. Captain Harville holds himself quite engaged,
I'll answer for it; and Captain Wentworth the same, I dare say.

Anne could do no more; but her heart prophesied some mischance
to damp the perfection of her felicity. It could not be very lasting
however. Even if he did not come to Camden Place himself
it would be in her power to send an intelligible sentence
by Captain Harville. Another momentary vexation occurred.
Charlesin his real concern and good naturewould go home with her;
there was no preventing him. This was almost cruel. But she could not
be long ungrateful; he was sacrificing an engagement at a gunsmith's
to be of use to her; and she set off with himwith no feeling
but gratitude apparent.

They were on Union Streetwhen a quicker step behinda something
of familiar soundgave her two moments' preparation for the sight
of Captain Wentworth. He joined them; butas if irresolute
whether to join or to pass onsaid nothingonly looked.
Anne could command herself enough to receive that look
and not repulsively. The cheeks which had been pale now glowed
and the movements which had hesitated were decided. He walked by her side.
Presentlystruck by a sudden thoughtCharles said--

Captain Wentworth, which way are you going? Only to Gay Street,
or farther up the town?

I hardly know,replied Captain Wentworthsurprised.

Are you going as high as Belmont? Are you going near Camden Place?
Because, if you are, I shall have no scruple in asking you
to take my place, and give Anne your arm to her father's door.
She is rather done for this morning, and must not go so far without help,
and I ought to be at that fellow's in the Market Place.
He promised me the sight of a capital gun he is just going to send off;
said he would keep it unpacked to the last possible moment,
that I might see it; and if I do not turn back now, I have no chance.
By his description, a good deal like the second size double-barrel of mine,
which you shot with one day round Winthrop.

There could not be an objection. There could be only the most
proper alacritya most obliging compliance for public view;
and smiles reined in and spirits dancing in private rapture.
In half a minute Charles was at the bottom of Union Street again
and the other two proceeding together: and soon words enough had passed
between them to decide their direction towards the comparatively quiet
and retired gravel walkwhere the power of conversation would make
the present hour a blessing indeedand prepare it for all
the immortality which the happiest recollections of their own future lives
could bestow. There they exchanged again those feelings
and those promises which had once before seemed to secure everything
but which had been followed by so manymany years of division
and estrangement. There they returned again into the past
more exquisitely happyperhapsin their re-unionthan when
it had been first projected; more tendermore triedmore fixed
in a knowledge of each other's charactertruthand attachment;
more equal to actmore justified in acting. And thereas they slowly
paced the gradual ascentheedless of every group around them
seeing neither sauntering politiciansbustling housekeepers
flirting girlsnor nursery-maids and childrenthey could indulge in
those retrospections and acknowledgementsand especially in
those explanations of what had directly preceded the present moment
which were so poignant and so ceaseless in interest. All the little
variations of the last week were gone through; and of yesterday
and today there could scarcely be an end.

She had not mistaken him. Jealousy of Mr Elliot had been
the retarding weightthe doubtthe torment. That had begun to operate
in the very hour of first meeting her in Bath; that had returned
after a short suspensionto ruin the concert; and that had influenced him
in everything he had said and doneor omitted to say and do
in the last four-and-twenty hours. It had been gradually yielding
to the better hopes which her looksor wordsor actions
occasionally encouraged; it had been vanquished at last by
those sentiments and those tones which had reached him while she talked
with Captain Harville; and under the irresistible governance of which
he had seized a sheet of paperand poured out his feelings.

Of what he had then writtennothing was to be retracted or qualified.
He persisted in having loved none but her. She had never been supplanted.
He never even believed himself to see her equal. Thus much indeed
he was obliged to acknowledge: that he had been constant unconsciously
nay unintentionally; that he had meant to forget herand believed it
to be done. He had imagined himself indifferentwhen he had only
been angry; and he had been unjust to her meritsbecause he had been
a sufferer from them. Her character was now fixed on his mind
as perfection itselfmaintaining the loveliest medium of fortitude
and gentleness; but he was obliged to acknowledge that only at Uppercross
had he learnt to do her justiceand only at Lyme had he begun
to understand himself. At Lymehe had received lessons
of more than one sort. The passing admiration of Mr Elliot
had at least roused himand the scenes on the Cobb and at
Captain Harville's had fixed her superiority.

In his preceding attempts to attach himself to Louisa Musgrove
(the attempts of angry pride)he protested that he had for ever
felt it to be impossible; that he had not caredcould not care
for Louisa; though till that daytill the leisure for reflection
which followed ithe had not understood the perfect excellence
of the mind with which Louisa's could so ill bear a comparison
or the perfect unrivalled hold it possessed over his own.
Therehe had learnt to distinguish between the steadiness of principle
and the obstinacy of self-willbetween the darings of heedlessness

and the resolution of a collected mind. There he had seen everything
to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost; and there begun
to deplore the pridethe follythe madness of resentment
which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.

From that period his penance had become severe. He had no sooner
been free from the horror and remorse attending the first few days
of Louisa's accidentno sooner begun to feel himself alive again
than he had begun to feel himselfthough alivenot at liberty.

I found,said hethat I was considered by Harville an engaged man!
That neither Harville nor his wife entertained a doubt of our
mutual attachment. I was startled and shocked. To a degree,
I could contradict this instantly; but, when I began to reflect
that others might have felt the same--her own family, nay,
perhaps herself--I was no longer at my own disposal. I was hers in honour
if she wished it. I had been unguarded. I had not thought seriously
on this subject before. I had not considered that my excessive intimacy
must have its danger of ill consequence in many ways; and that I had
no right to be trying whether I could attach myself to either of the girls,
at the risk of raising even an unpleasant report, were there no other
ill effects. I had been grossly wrong, and must abide the consequences.

He found too latein shortthat he had entangled himself;
and that precisely as he became fully satisfied of his not caring
for Louisa at allhe must regard himself as bound to her
if her sentiments for him were what the Harvilles supposed.
It determined him to leave Lymeand await her complete recovery elsewhere.
He would gladly weakenby any fair meanswhatever feelings or
speculations concerning him might exist; and he wenttherefore
to his brother'smeaning after a while to return to Kellynch
and act as circumstances might require.

I was six weeks with Edward,said heand saw him happy.
I could have no other pleasure. I deserved none. He enquired after you
very particularly; asked even if you were personally altered,
little suspecting that to my eye you could never alter.

Anne smiledand let it pass. It was too pleasing a blunder
for a reproach. It is something for a woman to be assured
in her eight-and-twentieth yearthat she has not lost one charm
of earlier youth; but the value of such homage was inexpressibly increased
to Anneby comparing it with former wordsand feeling it to be
the resultnot the cause of a revival of his warm attachment.

He had remained in Shropshirelamenting the blindness of his own pride
and the blunders of his own calculationstill at once released from Louisa
by the astonishing and felicitous intelligence of her engagement
with Benwick.

Here,said heended the worst of my state; for now I could at least
put myself in the way of happiness; I could exert myself;
I could do something. But to be waiting so long in inaction,
and waiting only for evil, had been dreadful. Within the first
five minutes I said, `I will be at Bath on Wednesday,' and I was.
Was it unpardonable to think it worth my while to come? and to arrive
with some degree of hope? You were single. It was possible that
you might retain the feelings of the past, as I did; and one encouragement
happened to be mine. I could never doubt that you would be loved and
sought by others, but I knew to a certainty that you had refused one man,
at least, of better pretensions than myself; and I could not help
often saying, `Was this for me?'

Their first meeting in Milsom Street afforded much to be said

but the concert still more. That evening seemed to be made up
of exquisite moments. The moment of her stepping forward
in the Octagon Room to speak to him: the moment of Mr Elliot's appearing
and tearing her awayand one or two subsequent moments
marked by returning hope or increasing despondencywere dwelt on
with energy.

To see you,cried hein the midst of those who could not be
my well-wishers; to see your cousin close by you, conversing and smiling,
and feel all the horrible eligibilities and proprieties of the match!
To consider it as the certain wish of every being who could hope
to influence you! Even if your own feelings were reluctant or indifferent,
to consider what powerful supports would be his! Was it not enough
to make the fool of me which I appeared? How could I look on
without agony? Was not the very sight of the friend who sat behind you,
was not the recollection of what had been, the knowledge of her influence,
the indelible, immoveable impression of what persuasion had once done--
was it not all against me?

You should have distinguished,replied Anne. "You should not have
suspected me now; the case is so differentand my age is so different.
If I was wrong in yielding to persuasion onceremember that
it was to persuasion exerted on the side of safetynot of risk.
When I yieldedI thought it was to dutybut no duty could be called
in aid here. In marrying a man indifferent to meall risk
would have been incurredand all duty violated."

Perhaps I ought to have reasoned thus,he repliedbut I could not.
I could not derive benefit from the late knowledge I had acquired
of your character. I could not bring it into play; it was overwhelmed,
buried, lost in those earlier feelings which I had been smarting under
year after year. I could think of you only as one who had yielded,
who had given me up, who had been influenced by any one rather than by me.
I saw you with the very person who had guided you in that year of misery.
I had no reason to believe her of less authority now. The force of habit
was to be added.

I should have thought,said Annethat my manner to yourself
might have spared you much or all of this.

No, no! your manner might be only the ease which your engagement
to another man would give. I left you in this belief; and yet,
I was determined to see you again. My spirits rallied with the morning,
and I felt that I had still a motive for remaining here.

At last Anne was at home againand happier than any one in that house
could have conceived. All the surprise and suspenseand every other
painful part of the morning dissipated by this conversation
she re-entered the house so happy as to be obliged to find an alloy
in some momentary apprehensions of its being impossible to last.
An interval of meditationserious and gratefulwas the best corrective
of everything dangerous in such high-wrought felicity; and she went
to her roomand grew steadfast and fearless in the thankfulness
of her enjoyment.

The evening camethe drawing-rooms were lighted upthe company assembled.
It was but a card partyit was but a mixture of those who had
never met beforeand those who met too often; a commonplace business
too numerous for intimacytoo small for variety; but Anne had never found
an evening shorter. Glowing and lovely in sensibility and happiness
and more generally admired than she thought about or cared for
she had cheerful or forbearing feelings for every creature around her.
Mr Elliot was there; she avoidedbut she could pity him.
The Wallisesshe had amusement in understanding them. Lady Dalrymple

and Miss Carteret--they would soon be innoxious cousins to her.
She cared not for Mrs Clayand had nothing to blush for in
the public manners of her father and sister. With the Musgroves
there was the happy chat of perfect ease; with Captain Harville
the kind-hearted intercourse of brother and sister; with Lady Russell
attempts at conversationwhich a delicious consciousness cut short;
with Admiral and Mrs Crofteverything of peculiar cordiality and
fervent interestwhich the same consciousness sought to conceal;
and with Captain Wentworthsome moments of communications
continually occurringand always the hope of moreand always
the knowledge of his being there.

It was in one of these short meetingseach apparently occupied
in admiring a fine display of greenhouse plantsthat she said--

I have been thinking over the past, and trying impartially
to judge of the right and wrong, I mean with regard to myself;
and I must believe that I was right, much as I suffered from it,
that I was perfectly right in being guided by the friend whom
you will love better than you do now. To me, she was in the place
of a parent. Do not mistake me, however. I am not saying
that she did not err in her advice. It was, perhaps, one of those cases
in which advice is good or bad only as the event decides;
and for myself, I certainly never should, in any circumstance
of tolerable similarity, give such advice. But I mean, that I was right
in submitting to her, and that if I had done otherwise, I should have
suffered more in continuing the engagement than I did even in giving it up,
because I should have suffered in my conscience. I have now,
as far as such a sentiment is allowable in human nature, nothing
to reproach myself with; and if I mistake not, a strong sense of duty
is no bad part of a woman's portion.

He looked at herlooked at Lady Russelland looking again at her
repliedas if in cool deliberation--

Not yet. But there are hopes of her being forgiven in time.
I trust to being in charity with her soon. But I too have been
thinking over the past, and a question has suggested itself,
whether there may not have been one person more my enemy
even than that lady? My own self. Tell me if, when I returned
to England in the year eight, with a few thousand pounds,
and was posted into the Laconia, if I had then written to you,
would you have answered my letter? Would you, in short,
have renewed the engagement then?

Would I!was all her answer; but the accent was decisive enough.

Good God!he criedyou would! It is not that I did not think of it,
or desire it, as what could alone crown all my other success;
but I was proud, too proud to ask again. I did not understand you.
I shut my eyes, and would not understand you, or do you justice.
This is a recollection which ought to make me forgive every one
sooner than myself. Six years of separation and suffering
might have been spared. It is a sort of pain, too, which is new to me.
I have been used to the gratification of believing myself to earn
every blessing that I enjoyed. I have valued myself on honourable toils
and just rewards. Like other great men under reverses,he added
with a smile. "I must endeavour to subdue my mind to my fortune.
I must learn to brook being happier than I deserve."

Chapter 24

Who can be in doubt of what followed? When any two young people
take it into their heads to marrythey are pretty sure by perseverance
to carry their pointbe they ever so pooror ever so imprudent
or ever so little likely to be necessary to each other's ultimate comfort.
This may be bad morality to conclude withbut I believe it to be truth;
and if such parties succeedhow should a Captain Wentworth and
an Anne Elliotwith the advantage of maturity of mind
consciousness of rightand one independent fortune between them
fail of bearing down every opposition? They might in fact
have borne down a great deal more than they met withfor there was
little to distress them beyond the want of graciousness and warmth.
Sir Walter made no objectionand Elizabeth did nothing worse
than look cold and unconcerned. Captain Wentworthwith five-and-twenty
thousand poundsand as high in his profession as merit and activity
could place himwas no longer nobody. He was now esteemed quite worthy
to address the daughter of a foolishspendthrift baronet
who had not had principle or sense enough to maintain himself
in the situation in which Providence had placed himand who could
give his daughter at present but a small part of the share
of ten thousand pounds which must be hers hereafter.

Sir Walterindeedthough he had no affection for Anne
and no vanity flatteredto make him really happy on the occasion
was very far from thinking it a bad match for her. On the contrary
when he saw more of Captain Wentworthsaw him repeatedly by daylight
and eyed him wellhe was very much struck by his personal claims
and felt that his superiority of appearance might be not unfairly balanced
against her superiority of rank; and all thisassisted by
his well-sounding nameenabled Sir Walter at last to prepare his pen
with a very good gracefor the insertion of the marriage
in the volume of honour.

The only one among themwhose opposition of feeling could excite
any serious anxiety was Lady Russell. Anne knew that Lady Russell
must be suffering some pain in understanding and relinquishing Mr Elliot
and be making some struggles to become truly acquainted with
and do justice to Captain Wentworth. This however was what
Lady Russell had now to do. She must learn to feel that she had
been mistaken with regard to both; that she had been unfairly influenced
by appearances in each; that because Captain Wentworth's manners
had not suited her own ideasshe had been too quick in suspecting them
to indicate a character of dangerous impetuosity; and that because
Mr Elliot's manners had precisely pleased her in their propriety
and correctnesstheir general politeness and suavityshe had been
too quick in receiving them as the certain result of the most correct
opinions and well-regulated mind. There was nothing less
for Lady Russell to dothan to admit that she had been
pretty completely wrongand to take up a new set of opinions
and of hopes.

There is a quickness of perception in somea nicety in the discernment
of charactera natural penetrationin shortwhich no experience
in others can equaland Lady Russell had been less gifted
in this part of understanding than her young friend. But she was
a very good womanand if her second object was to be sensible
and well-judgingher first was to see Anne happy. She loved Anne
better than she loved her own abilities; and when the awkwardness
of the beginning was overfound little hardship in attaching herself
as a mother to the man who was securing the happiness of her other child.

Of all the familyMary was probably the one most immediately gratified
by the circumstance. It was creditable to have a sister married
and she might flatter herself with having been greatly instrumental

to the connexionby keeping Anne with her in the autumn;
and as her own sister must be better than her husband's sisters
it was very agreeable that Captain Wentworth should be a richer man than
either Captain Benwick or Charles Hayter. She had something to suffer
perhapswhen they came into contact againin seeing Anne restored
to the rights of seniorityand the mistress of a very pretty landaulette;
but she had a future to look forward toof powerful consolation.
Anne had no Uppercross Hall before herno landed estate
no headship of a family; and if they could but keep Captain Wentworth
from being made a baronetshe would not change situations with Anne.

It would be well for the eldest sister if she were equally satisfied
with her situationfor a change is not very probable there.
She had soon the mortification of seeing Mr Elliot withdraw
and no one of proper condition has since presented himself to raise
even the unfounded hopes which sunk with him.

The news of his cousins Anne's engagement burst on Mr Elliot
most unexpectedly. It deranged his best plan of domestic happiness
his best hope of keeping Sir Walter single by the watchfulness
which a son-in-law's rights would have given. Butthough discomfited
and disappointedhe could still do something for his own interest
and his own enjoyment. He soon quitted Bath; and on Mrs Clay's
quitting it soon afterwardsand being next heard of as established
under his protection in Londonit was evident how double a game
he had been playingand how determined he was to save himself
from being cut out by one artful womanat least.

Mrs Clay's affections had overpowered her interestand she had sacrificed
for the young man's sakethe possibility of scheming longer
for Sir Walter. She has abilitieshoweveras well as affections;
and it is now a doubtful point whether his cunningor hers
may finally carry the day; whetherafter preventing her from being
the wife of Sir Walterhe may not be wheedled and caressed at last
into making her the wife of Sir William.

It cannot be doubted that Sir Walter and Elizabeth were shocked
and mortified by the loss of their companionand the discovery of
their deception in her. They had their great cousinsto be sure
to resort to for comfort; but they must long feel that to flatter
and follow otherswithout being flattered and followed in turn
is but a state of half enjoyment.

Annesatisfied at a very early period of Lady Russell's meaning
to love Captain Wentworth as she oughthad no other alloy
to the happiness of her prospects than what arose from the consciousness
of having no relations to bestow on him which a man of sense could value.
There she felt her own inferiority very keenly. The disproportion
in their fortune was nothing; it did not give her a moment's regret;
but to have no family to receive and estimate him properly
nothing of respectabilityof harmonyof good will to offer
in return for all the worth and all the prompt welcome which met her
in his brothers and sisterswas a source of as lively pain
as her mind could well be sensible of under circumstances of otherwise
strong felicity. She had but two friends in the world to add to his list
Lady Russell and Mrs Smith. To thosehoweverhe was very well disposed
to attach himself. Lady Russellin spite of all her former transgressions
he could now value from his heart. While he was not obliged to say
that he believed her to have been right in originally dividing them
he was ready to say almost everything else in her favour
and as for Mrs Smithshe had claims of various kinds to recommend her
quickly and permanently.

Her recent good offices by Anne had been enough in themselves

and their marriageinstead of depriving her of one friend

secured her two. She was their earliest visitor in their settled life;
and Captain Wentworthby putting her in the way of recovering
her husband's property in the West Indiesby writing for her
acting for herand seeing her through all the petty difficulties
of the case with the activity and exertion of a fearless man
and a determined friendfully requited the services which
she had renderedor ever meant to renderto his wife.

Mrs Smith's enjoyments were not spoiled by this improvement of income
with some improvement of healthand the acquisition of such friends
to be often withfor her cheerfulness and mental alacrity did not
fail her; and while these prime supplies of good remainedshe might have
bid defiance even to greater accessions of worldly prosperity.
She might have been absolutely rich and perfectly healthy
and yet be happy. Her spring of felicity was in the glow
of her spiritsas her friend Anne's was in the warmth of her heart.
Anne was tenderness itselfand she had the full worth of it
in Captain Wentworth's affection. His profession was all that could ever
make her friends wish that tenderness lessthe dread of a future war
all that could dim her sunshine. She gloried in being a sailor's wife
but she must pay the tax of quick alarm for belonging to that profession
which isif possiblemore distinguished in its domestic virtues
than in its national importance.