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Chapter 4
"What a pity it is, Elinor,"
said Marianne, "that Edward should have no taste
for drawing."
"No
taste for drawing!" replied Elinor, "why should you think so?
He does not draw himself,
indeed, but he has great pleasure in seeing the
performances of other people, and I assure you he is by no
means
deficient in natural taste, though he has not had
opportunities of
improving it. Had he ever been in the way of learning,
I think he would have drawn very well.
He distrusts his own judgment in such
matters so much, that he is
always unwilling to give his opinion on any picture; but
he has an innate propriety and simplicity of taste, which
in general direct him perfectly right."
Marianne
was afraid of offending, and said no more on the subject; but
the kind of
approbation which Elinor described as excited in him by the
drawings of other people, was very far from that rapturous
delight, which, in her opinion, could alone be called
taste. Yet,
though smiling within herself at the mistake,
she honoured her sister for that blind partiality to
Edward which produced it.
"I
hope, Marianne," continued Elinor, "you do not consider him as
deficient in general
taste. Indeed, I
think I may say that you cannot, for your
behaviour to him is perfectly cordial, and if that were
your opinion, I am sure you could never be civil to
him."
Marianne
hardly knew what to say. She
would not wound the feelings of her
sister on
any account,
and yet to say what she did not believe
was impossible. At length she replied:
"Do
not be offended, Elinor, if my praise of him is not in every
thing equal to your
sense of his merits. I have not had so many opportunities of
estimating the minuter propensities of his mind, his
inclinations and tastes, as you have; but I have the highest
opinion in the world of his goodness and sense. I think him every thing
that is worthy and amiable."
"I am sure," replied Elinor, with
a smile, "that his dearest friends could not
be dissatisfied with such commendation as that. I do not
perceive how
you could express yourself more
warmly."
Marianne
was rejoiced to find her sister so easily pleased.
"Of
his sense and his goodness," continued Elinor, "no one can, I
think, be in doubt,
who has seen him often enough to engage him in unreserved
conversation. The excellence of his understanding and
his principles can be concealed only by that shyness
which too often keeps him silent.
You know enough of him to do justice to his
solid worth. But of
his minuter propensities as you call them, you have from
peculiar
circumstances been kept more ignorant than
myself. He and I
have been at times thrown a good deal
together, while you have been wholly engrossed on the most
affectionate principle by my mother.
I have seen a great deal of him, have
studied his sentiments and heard
his opinion on subjects of literature and taste; and, upon
the whole, I venture to pronounce that his mind is
well-informed, enjoyment of books exceedingly great,
his imagination lively, his observation just and correct, and
his taste delicate and pure.
His abilities in every respect improve as
much upon acquaintance as his manners
and person. At first sight, his address is certainly
not striking; and his person can hardly be called
handsome, till the expression of his eyes, which are
uncommonly good, and the general sweetness of his
countenance, is perceived. At present, I know him so well,
that I
think him really handsome; or at least, almost
so. What say
you, Marianne?"
"I
shall very soon think him handsome, Elinor, if I do not now. When you tell me to love
him as a brother, I shall no more see imperfection in his
face, than I now do in his heart."
Elinor
started at this declaration, and was sorry for the warmth she
had been betrayed into,
in speaking of him. She felt that Edward stood very high in
her opinion. She believed the regard to be mutual;
but she required greater certainty of it to make
Marianne's conviction of their attachment agreeable to
her. She knew
that what Marianne and her mother conjectured
one moment, they believed the next--that with them,
to wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect. She tried to explain the
real state of the case to her sister.
"I
do not attempt to deny," said she, "that I think very highly
of him--that I greatly
esteem, that I like him."
Marianne
here burst forth with indignation--
"Esteem him! Like him! Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise. Use
those words again, and I will
leave
the room this moment."
Elinor
could not help laughing. "Excuse
me," said she; "and be assured that
I
meant no offence to you, by speaking, in so quiet a way, of my
own feelings. Believe them to be stronger than I have
declared; believe them, in short, to be such as
his merit, and the suspicion--the hope of his affection for
me may warrant, without imprudence or folly.
But farther than this you must not believe. I am by no means assured
of his regard for
me. There are moments when the extent of it
seems doubtful; and till his sentiments are fully known,
you cannot wonder at my wishing to avoid any encouragement
of my own partiality, by believing or calling it more than it
is. In my
heart I feel little--scarcely any doubt of his
preference. But there are other points to be
considered besides his inclination.
He is very far from being independent. What
his mother really is we cannot
know; but, from Fanny's occasional mention of her conduct and
opinions, we have never been disposed to think her
amiable; and I am very much mistaken if Edward is not himself
aware that there would be many difficulties in his way,
if he were to wish to marry a woman who had not either a
great fortune or high rank."
Marianne
was astonished to find how much the imagination of her mother
and herself had
outstripped the truth.
"And
you really are not engaged to him!" said she. "Yet it
certainly soon will
happen. But two
advantages will proceed from this delay.
I shall not lose you so soon, and Edward
will have greater opportunity
of improving that natural taste for your favourite
pursuit which must be so indispensably necessary to your
future felicity. Oh! if he should be so far stimulated by
your genius as to learn to draw himself, how delightful it
would be!"
Elinor
had given her real opinion to her sister. She could not
consider her partiality
for Edward in so prosperous a state as Marianne had
believed it. There was, at times, a want of spirits
about him which, if it did not denote indifference, spoke
a something almost as unpromising.
A doubt of her regard, supposing him to
feel it, need not give him more than
inquietude. It would not be likely to produce that
dejection of mind which frequently attended him. A more reasonable
cause might be found in the dependent
situation which forbad the indulgence of his affection. She knew that his
mother neither behaved to him so as to make his
home comfortable at present, nor to give him any
assurance that he might form a home for himself, without
strictly
attending to her views for his aggrandisement.
With such a knowledge as this, it was
impossible for Elinor to feel
easy on the subject. She was far from depending on that
result of his preference of her, which her mother and sister
still considered as certain.
Nay, the longer they were together the
more doubtful
seemed the nature of his
regard; and sometimes, for a few painful minutes, she believed
it to be no more than friendship.
But,
whatever might really be its limits, it was enough, when
perceived by his sister, to make her
uneasy, and at the same time, (which was still
more common) to make her uncivil.
She took the first opportunity
of affronting
her mother-in-law on the
occasion, talking to her so expressively of her brother's
great expectations, of Mrs. Ferrars's resolution that both
her sons should marry well, and of the danger attending
any young woman who attempted to draw him in; that Mrs.
Dashwood could neither pretend to be unconscious, nor
endeavour to be calm. She gave her an answer which marked her
contempt, and instantly left the room, resolving
that, whatever might be the inconvenience or expense of so
sudden a removal, her beloved Elinor should not be exposed
another week to such insinuations.
In
this state of her spirits, a letter was delivered to her from
the post, which contained a
proposal
particularly well timed. It
was the offer of a small house, on very easy terms, belonging
to a
relation of her own, a gentleman of consequence and property
in Devonshire. The letter
was from this gentleman
himself, and written in the true spirit of friendly
accommodation. He understood that she was in need of a
dwelling; and though the house he now offered her
was merely a cottage, he assured her that everything should be
done to it which she might think necessary, if the
situation pleased her. He earnestly pressed her, after giving
the particulars of the house and garden, to come with
her daughters to Barton Park, the place of his own
residence, from whence she might judge, herself, whether
Barton
Cottage, for the houses were in the same parish, could,
by any alteration, be made comfortable to her.
He
seemed really anxious to accommodate them and the whole of his
letter was written in so friendly a style as could not fail
of giving pleasure to his cousin; more especially at
a
moment when she was suffering under the cold and unfeeling
behaviour of her nearer connections.
She
needed no time for deliberation or inquiry.
Her resolution was formed as she read. The
situation of Barton, in a county so
far distant from Sussex as Devonshire, which, but a few
hours before, would have been a sufficient objection
to outweigh every possible advantage belonging to the
place, was now its first recommendation.
To quit the neighbourhood of Norland was no
longer an evil; it was an object
of desire; it was a blessing, in comparison of the
misery of continuing her daughter-in-law's guest; and to
remove for ever from that beloved place would be less
painful than to inhabit or visit it while such a woman
was its mistress. She instantly wrote Sir John Middleton
her acknowledgment of his kindness, and her acceptance of
his proposal; and then hastened to shew both letters
to her daughters, that she might be secure of their
approbation before her answer were sent.
Elinor
had always thought it would be more prudent for them to settle
at some distance from
Norland, than immediately amongst their present
acquaintance. On that head, therefore, it was not for
her to oppose her mother's intention of removing into
Devonshire. The house, too, as described by Sir
John, was on so simple a scale, and the rent so
uncommonly moderate, as to leave her no right of objection on
either point; and, therefore, though it was not a plan
which brought any charm to her fancy, though it was a
removal from the vicinity of Norland beyond her
wishes, she made no attempt to dissuade her mother from
sending a letter of acquiescence.
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