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curiosity to see Mrs. Ferrars was satisfied.-- She had found in her
every thing that could tend to make a farther connection between the
families undesirable.-- She had seen enough of her pride, her meanness,
and her determined prejudice against herself, to comprehend all the
difficulties that must have perplexed the engagement, and retarded the
marriage, of Edward and herself, had he been otherwise free;--and she
had seen almost enough to be thankful for her own sake, that one
greater obstacle preserved her from suffering under any other of Mrs.
Ferrars's creation, preserved her from all dependence upon her caprice,
or any solicitude for her good opinion. Or at least, if she
not bring herself quite to rejoice in Edward's being fettered to Lucy,
she determined, that had Lucy been more amiable, she ought to
She wondered that Lucy's spirits could be so very much elevated by the
civility of Mrs. Ferrars;--that her interest and her vanity should so
very much blind her as to make the attention which seemed only paid her
because she was not Elinor, appear a compliment to herself--or to allow
her to derive encouragement from a preference only given her, because
her real situation was unknown. But that it was so, had not
been declared by Lucy's eyes at the time, but was declared over again
the next morning more openly, for at her particular desire, Lady
Middleton set her down in Berkeley Street on the chance of seeing
Elinor alone, to tell her how happy she was.
The chance proved a lucky one, for a message from Mrs. Palmer soon
after she arrived, carried Mrs. Jennings away.
"My dear friend," cried Lucy, as soon as they were by themselves, "I
come to talk to you of my happiness. Could anything be so flattering as
Mrs. Ferrars's way of treating me yesterday? So exceeding
as she was!--You know how I dreaded the thoughts of seeing her;-- but
the very moment I was introduced, there was such an affability in her
behaviour as really should seem to say, she had quite took a fancy to
me. Now was not it so?-- You saw it all; and was not you
struck with it?"
"She was certainly very civil to you."
"Civil!--Did you see nothing but only civility?-- I saw a vast deal
more. Such kindness as fell to the share of nobody but
pride, no hauteur, and your sister just the same--all sweetness and
Elinor wished to talk of something else, but Lucy still pressed her to
own that she had reason for her happiness; and Elinor was obliged to go
if they had known your engagement," said she, "nothing could be more
flattering than their treatment of you;--but as that was not the case"--
"I guessed you would say so"--replied Lucy quickly--"but there was no
reason in the world why Mrs. Ferrars should seem to like me, if she did
not, and her liking me is every thing. You shan't talk me out
my satisfaction. I am sure it will all end well, and
will be no difficulties at all, to what I used to think. Mrs.
Ferrars is a charming woman, and so is your sister. They are
delightful women, indeed!--I wonder I should never hear you say how
agreeable Mrs. Dashwood was!"
To this Elinor had no answer to make, and did not attempt any.
"Are you ill, Miss Dashwood?--you seem low--you don't speak;--sure, you
"I never was in better health."
"I am glad of it with all my heart; but really you did not look
it. I should be sorry to have you ill; you, that have been
greatest comfort to me in the world!--Heaven knows what I should have
done without your friendship."--
tried to make a civil answer, though doubting her own
But it seemed to satisfy Lucy, for she directly replied,
"Indeed I am perfectly convinced of your regard for me, and next to
Edward's love, it is the greatest comfort I have.--Poor Edward!--But
now there is one good thing, we
shall be able to meet, and meet pretty often, for Lady Middleton's
delighted with Mrs. Dashwood, so we shall be a good deal in Harley
Street, I dare say, and Edward spends half his time with his
sister--besides, Lady Middleton and Mrs. Ferrars will visit now;-- and
Mrs. Ferrars and your sister were both so good to say more than once,
they should always be glad to see me.-- They are such charming
women!--I am sure if ever you tell your sister what I think of her, you
cannot speak too high."
But Elinor would not give her any encouragement to hope that she should
tell her sister. Lucy continued:
am sure I should have seen it in a moment, if Mrs. Ferrars had took a
dislike to me. If she had only made me a formal courtesy, for
instance, without saying a word, and never after had took any notice of
me, and never looked at me in a pleasant way--you know what I mean--if
I had been treated in that forbidding sort of way, I should have gave
it all up in despair. I could not have stood it. For where
does dislike, I know it is most violent."
Elinor was prevented from making any reply to this civil triumph, by
the door's being thrown open, the servant's announcing Mr. Ferrars, and
Edward's immediately walking in.
It was a very awkward moment; and the countenance of each shewed that
it was so. They all looked exceedingly foolish; and Edward
to have as great an inclination to walk out of the room again, as to
advance farther into it. The very circumstance, in its unpleasantest
form, which they would each have been most anxious to avoid, had fallen
on them.--They were not only all three together, but were together
without the relief of any other person. The ladies recovered themselves
first. It was not Lucy's business to put herself forward, and
appearance of secrecy must still be kept up. She could
only look her tenderness, and after slightly addressing him, said no
But Elinor had more to do; and so anxious was she, for his sake and her
own, to do it well, that she forced herself, after a moment's
recollection, to welcome him, with a
look and manner that were almost easy, and almost open; and another
struggle, another effort still improved them. She would not
the presence of Lucy, nor the consciousness of some injustice towards
herself, to deter her from saying that she was happy to see him, and
that she had very much regretted being from home, when he called before
in Berkeley Street. She would not be frightened from paying
those attentions which, as a friend and almost a relation, were his
due, by the observant eyes of Lucy, though she soon perceived them to
be narrowly watching her.
Her manners gave some reassurance to Edward, and he had courage enough
to sit down; but his embarrassment still exceeded that of the ladies in
a proportion, which the case rendered reasonable, though his sex might
make it rare; for his heart had not the indifference of Lucy's, nor
could his conscience have quite the ease of Elinor's.
Lucy, with a demure and settled air, seemed determined to make no
contribution to the comfort of the others, and would not say a word;
and almost every thing that was said, proceeded from Elinor, who was
obliged to volunteer all the information about her mother's health,
their coming to town, &c. which Edward ought to have inquired
about, but never did.
Her exertions did not stop here; for she soon afterwards felt herself
so heroically disposed as
to determine, under pretence of fetching Marianne, to leave the others
by themselves; and she really did it, and that in the handsomest
manner, for she loitered away several minutes on the landing-place,
with the most high-minded fortitude, before she went to her sister.
When that was once done, however, it was time for the raptures of
Edward to cease; for Marianne's joy hurried her into the drawing-room
immediately. Her pleasure in seeing him was like every other
her feelings, strong in itself, and strongly spoken. She met
with a hand that would be taken, and a voice that expressed the
affection of a sister.
"Dear Edward!" she cried, "this is a
moment of great happiness!--This would almost make amends for every
Edward tried to return her kindness as it deserved, but before such
witnesses he dared not say half what he really felt. Again
all sat down, and for a moment or two all were silent; while Marianne
was looking with the most speaking tenderness, sometimes at Edward and
sometimes at Elinor, regretting only that their delight in each other
checked by Lucy's unwelcome presence. Edward was the first to speak,
and it was to notice Marianne's altered looks, and express his fear of
her not finding London agree with her.
"Oh, don't think of me!" she replied with spirited earnestness, though
her eyes were filled with tears as she spoke, "don't think of my
health. Elinor is well, you
see. That must be enough for us both."
This remark was not calculated to make Edward or Elinor more easy, nor
to conciliate the good will of Lucy, who looked up at Marianne with no
very benignant expression.
"Do you like London?" said Edward, willing to say any thing that might
introduce another subject.
"Not at all. I expected much pleasure in it, but I have found
none. The sight of you, Edward, is the only comfort it has
afforded; and thank Heaven! you are what you always
She paused--no one spoke.
"I think, Elinor," she presently added, "we must employ Edward to take
care of us in our return to Barton. In a week or two, I suppose, we
shall be going; and, I trust, Edward will not be very unwilling to
accept the charge."
Poor Edward muttered something, but what it was, nobody knew, not even
himself. But Marianne, who saw his agitation, and could
trace it to whatever cause best pleased herself, was perfectly
satisfied, and soon talked of something else.
"We spent such a day, Edward, in Harley Street yesterday! So
dull, so wretchedly dull!--But I have much to say to you on that head,
which cannot be said now."
And with this admirable discretion did she defer the assurance of her
finding their mutual relatives more disagreeable than ever, and of her
being particularly disgusted with his mother, till they were more in
"But why were you not there,
Edward?--Why did you not come?"
"I was engaged elsewhere."
"Engaged! But what was that, when such friends were to be
"Perhaps, Miss Marianne," cried Lucy, eager to take some revenge on
her, "you think young men never stand upon engagements, if they have no
mind to keep them, little as well as great."
Elinor was very angry, but Marianne seemed entirely insensible of the
sting; for she calmly replied,
"Not so, indeed; for, seriously speaking, I am very sure that
conscience only kept Edward from Harley Street. And I really believe he
has the most delicate conscience in the world; the most scrupulous in
performing every engagement, however minute, and however it may make
against his interest or pleasure. He is the most fearful of
giving pain, of wounding expectation, and the most incapable of being
selfish, of any body I ever saw. Edward, it is so, and I will
it. What! are you never to hear yourself praised!--Then you must be no
friend of mine; for those who will accept of my love and esteem, must
submit to my open commendation."
The nature of her commendation, in the present case, however, happened
to be particularly ill-suited to the feelings of two thirds
her auditors, and was so very unexhilarating to Edward, that he very
soon got up to go away.
"Going so soon!" said Marianne; "my dear Edward, this must not be."
And drawing him a little aside, she whispered her persuasion that Lucy
could not stay much longer. But even this encouragement failed, for he
would go; and Lucy, who
would have outstaid him, had his visit lasted two hours, soon
afterwards went away.
"What can bring her here so often?" said Marianne, on her leaving
them. "Could not she see that we wanted her gone!--how
"Why so?--we were all his friends, and Lucy has been the longest known
to him of any. It is but natural that he should like to see
as well as ourselves."
looked at her steadily, and said, "You know, Elinor, that this is a
kind of talking which I cannot bear. If you only hope to have your
assertion contradicted, as I must suppose to be the case, you ought to
recollect that I am the last person in the world to do it. I cannot
descend to be tricked out of assurances, that are not really wanted."
She then left the room; and Elinor dared not follow her to say more,
for bound as she was by her promise of secrecy to Lucy, she could give
no information that would convince Marianne; and painful as the
consequences of her still continuing in an error might be, she was
obliged to submit to it. All that she could hope, was that
would not often expose her or himself to the distress of hearing
Marianne's mistaken warmth, nor to the repetition of any other part of
the pain that had attended their recent meeting--and this she had every
reason to expect.
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