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Chapter 41
Edward,
having carried his thanks to Colonel Brandon, proceeded with
his happiness to Lucy;
and such was the excess of it by the time he reached
Bartlett's Buildings, that she was able to assure Mrs.
Jennings, who called on her again the next day with her
congratulations, that she had never seen him in such
spirits before in her life.
Her
own happiness, and her own spirits, were at least very
certain; and she joined Mrs.
Jennings most heartily in her expectation of their
being all comfortably together in Delaford Parsonage before
Michaelmas. So far was she, at the same time, from
any backwardness to give Elinor that credit which Edward would
give her, that she spoke of her friendship for
them both with the most grateful warmth, was ready to own all
their obligation to her, and openly declared that no
exertion for their good on Miss Dashwood's part, either
present or future, would ever surprise her, for she
believed her capable of doing any thing in the world for those
she really valued. As for Colonel Brandon, she was not only
ready to worship him as a saint, but was moreover truly
anxious that he should be treated as one in all
worldly concerns; anxious that his tithes should be raised
to the utmost; and scarcely resolved to avail herself,
at Delaford, as far as she possibly could, of his
servants, his carriage, his cows, and his poultry.
It
was now above a week since John Dashwood had called in
Berkeley Street, and as since
that time no notice had been taken by them of his wife's
indisposition, beyond one verbal enquiry, Elinor began
to feel it necessary to pay her a visit.--This was
an obligation, however, which not only opposed her own
inclination, but which had not the assistance of any
encouragement from her companions.
Marianne, not contented with absolutely
refusing to go herself, was
very urgent to prevent her sister's going at all;
and Mrs. Jennings, though her carriage was always at
Elinor's service, so very much disliked Mrs. John
Dashwood, that not even her curiosity to see how she looked
after
the late discovery, nor her strong desire to affront her by
taking Edward's part, could overcome her unwillingness to be
in her company again. The consequence was, that Elinor set out
by herself to pay a visit, for which no one could
really have less inclination, and to run the risk of
a tete-a-tete with a woman, whom neither of the others
had so much reason to dislike.
Mrs.
Dashwood was denied; but before the carriage could turn from
the house, her husband
accidentally came out. He expressed great pleasure in meeting
Elinor, told her that he had been just going to call in
Berkeley Street, and, assuring her that Fanny would be very
glad to see her, invited her to come in.
They
walked up stairs in to the drawing-room.--Nobody was there.
"Fanny
is in her own room, I suppose," said he:--"I will go to her
presently, for I am sure
she will not have the least objection in the world to
seeing you.-- Very far from it, indeed.
Now especially there cannot be--but
however, you and Marianne
were always great favourites.--Why would not
Marianne come?"--
Elinor
made what excuse she could for her.
"I
am not sorry to see you alone," he replied, "for I have a good
deal to say to
you. This
living of Colonel Brandon's--can it be
true?--has he really given it to Edward?--I heard it yesterday
by
chance, and wascoming to you on purpose to enquire
farther about it."
"It
is perfectly true.--Colonel Brandon has given the living of
Delaford to Edward."
"Really!--Well,
this is very astonishing!--no relationship!--no connection
between
them!--and now that livings fetch such a price!--what
was the value of this?"
"About
two hundred a year."
"Very
well--and for the next presentation to a living of that
value--supposing the late
incumbent to have been old and sickly, and likely to
vacate it soon--he might have got I dare say--fourteen
hundred pounds. And how came he not to have settled that
matter before this person's death?--now indeed it would be
too late to sell it, but a man of Colonel Brandon's sense!--I
wonder he should be so improvident in a point of such
common, such natural, concern!--Well, I am convinced
that
there is a vast deal of inconsistency in almost every human
character. I
suppose, however--on recollection--that the case
may probably be this. Edward is only to hold the living till
the person to whom the Colonel has really sold the
presentation, is old enough to take it.--Aye, aye, that is the
fact,
depend upon it."
Elinor
contradicted it, however, very positively; and by relating
that she had herself
been employed in conveying the offer from Colonel
Brandon to Edward, and, therefore, must understand the
terms on which it was given, obliged him to submit to her
authority.
"It
is truly astonishing!"--he cried, after hearing what she
said--"what could be the
Colonel's motive?"
"A
very simple one--to be of use to Mr. Ferrars."
"Well,
well; whatever Colonel Brandon may be, Edward is a very lucky
man.--You will
not mention the matter to Fanny, however, for though I have
broke it to her, and she bears it vastly well,--she will
not like to hear it much talked of."
Elinor
had some difficulty here to refrain from observing, that she
thought Fanny might have borne
with composure, an acquisition of wealth to her brother,
by which neither she nor her child could be possibly
impoverished.
"Mrs.
Ferrars," added he, lowering his voice to the tone becoming so
important a subject,
"knows nothing about it at present, and I believe it
will be best to keep it entirely concealed from her as
long as may be.-- When the marriage takes place, I fear
she must hear of it all."
"But
why should such precaution be used?--Though it is not to be
supposed that Mrs.
Ferrars can have the smallest satisfaction in knowing
that her son has money enough to live upon,--for that
must be quite out of the question; yet why, upon her
late behaviour, is she supposed to feel at all?--She has
done with her son, she cast him off for ever, and has
made all those over whom she had any influence, cast
him off likewise. Surely, after doing so, she cannot be
imagined liable to any impression of sorrow or of joy on
his account-- she cannot be interested in any thing
that befalls him.-- She would not be so weak as to throw
away the comfort of a child, and yet retain the anxiety
of a parent!"
"Ah!
Elinor," said John, "your reasoning is very good, but it is
founded on ignorance of human
nature. When Edward's unhappy match takes place,
depend upon it his mother will feel as much as if she
had never discarded him; and, therefore every circumstance
that
may accelerate that dreadful event, must be concealed from
her as much as possible. Mrs. Ferrars can never forget that
Edward is her son."
"You
surprise me; I should think it must nearly have escaped her
memory by this
time."
"You
wrong her exceedingly. Mrs.
Ferrars is one of the most affectionate mothers in the
world."
Elinor
was silent.
"We
think now,"--said Mr. Dashwood, after a short pause, "of
Robert's marrying Miss Morton."
Elinor,
smiling at the grave and decisive importance of her brother's
tone, calmly replied,
"The
lady, I suppose, has no choice in the affair."
"Choice!--how
do you mean?"
"I
only mean that I suppose, from your manner of speaking, it
must be the same to Miss
Morton whether she marry Edward or Robert."
"Certainly,
there can be no difference; for Robert will now to all intents
and purposes be
considered as the eldest son;--and as to any thing
else, they are both very agreeable young men: I do not
know that one is superior to the other."
Elinor
said no more, and John was also for a short time silent.--His
reflections ended
thus.
"Of
one thing, my dear sister," kindly taking her hand, and
speaking in an awful
whisper,--"I may assure you;-- and I will do it, because I
know it must
gratify you. I have good reason to think--indeed I
have it from the best authority, or I should not repeat
it, for otherwise it would be very wrong to say any thing
about it--but I have it from the very best
authority--not that I ever precisely heard Mrs. Ferrars say it
herself--but her daughter did, and I have it from
her. That in short, whatever objections there might be
against a certain--a certain connection--you understand
me--it would have been far preferable to her, it would not
have
given her half the vexation that this does.
I was exceedingly pleased to hear that Mrs.
Ferrars considered it
in that light-- a very gratifying circumstance you know
to us all. 'It would have been beyond comparison,'
she said, 'the least evil of the two, and she would be glad
to compound now for nothing worse.' But however, all
that is quite out of the question--not to be thought of or
mentioned-- as to any attachment you know--it never
could be--all that is gone by.
But I thought I would just tell you of
this, because I knew how much it must
please you. Not that you have any reason to regret,
my dear Elinor. There is
no doubt of your doing exceedingly
well--quite as well, or better, perhaps, all things
considered. Has
Colonel Brandon been with you lately?"
Elinor
had heard enough, if not to gratify her vanity, and raise her
self-importance, to
agitate her nerves and fill her mind;--and she was therefore
glad to be spared from the necessity of saying much
in reply herself, and from the danger of hearing any thing
more from her brother, by the entrance of Mr.
Robert Ferrars. After a few moments' chat, John
Dashwood, recollecting that Fanny was yet uninformed of her
sister's
being there, quitted the room in quest of her; and
Elinor was left to improve her acquaintance with Robert,
who, by the gay unconcern, the happy
self-complacency of his manner while enjoying so unfair a
division of
his mother's love and liberality, to the prejudice of his
banished brother, earned only by his own dissipated course
of life, and that brother's integrity, was confirming her
most unfavourable opinion of his head and heart.
They
had scarcely been two minutes by themselves, before he began
to speak of Edward; for
he, too, had heard of the living, and was very inquisitive
on the subject. Elinor repeated the particulars of it,
as she had given them to John; and their effect on Robert,
though very different, was not less striking than it had been
on him. He
laughed most immoderately.
The idea of Edward's being a clergyman, and
living in a small parsonage-house,
diverted him beyond measure;--and when to that was
added the fanciful imagery of Edward reading prayers in a
white surplice, and publishing the banns of marriage
between John Smith and Mary Brown, he could conceive nothing
more ridiculous.
Elinor,
while she waited in silence and immovable gravity, the
conclusion of such folly,
could not restrain her eyes from being fixed on him with a
look that spoke all the contempt it excited.
It was a look, however, very well bestowed,
for it relieved her
own feelings, and gave no intelligence to him.
He was recalled from wit to wisdom, not by
any reproof of her's, but by his
own sensibility.
"We
may treat it as a joke," said he, at last, recovering from the
affected laugh which
had considerably lengthened out the genuine gaiety of the
moment--"but, upon my soul, it is a most serious
business. Poor
Edward! he is ruined for ever.
I am extremely sorry for it-- for I know
him to be a very good-hearted
creature; as well-meaning a fellow perhaps, as any in
the world. You must not judge of him, Miss
Dashwood, from your slight acquaintance.--Poor Edward!--His
manners are certainly not the happiest in nature.--But we are
not all born, you know, with the same powers,--the
same address.-- Poor fellow!--to see him in a circle of
strangers!-- to be sure it was pitiable enough!--but
upon my soul, I believe he has as good a heart as any
in the kingdom; and I declare and protest to you I never
was so shocked in my life, as when it all burst forth. I could not believe
it.-- My mother was the first person who told
me of it; and I, feeling myself called on to act
with resolution, immediately said to her, 'My dear madam,
I do not know what you may intend to do on the
occasion, but as for myself, I must say, that if Edward does
marry
this young woman, I never will see him again.' That was
what I said immediately.-- I was most uncommonly shocked,
indeed!--Poor Edward!--he has done for himself
completely--shut
himself out for ever from all decent society!--but, as I
directly
said to my mother, I am not in the least surprised at it; from
his style of education, it was always to be
expected. My poor
mother was half frantic."
"Have
you ever seen the lady?"
"Yes;
once, while she was staying in this house, I happened to drop
in for ten minutes;
and I saw quite enough of her.
The
merest awkward country girl, without style, or elegance, and
almost
without beauty.-- I remember her perfectly.
Just the kind of girl I should suppose
likely to captivate poor
Edward. I offered immediately, as soon as my
mother related the affair to me, to talk to him myself,
and dissuade him from the match; but it was too late then, I
found, to do any thing, for unluckily, I was
not in the way at first, and knew nothing of it till
after the breach had taken place, when it was not for me,
you know, to interfere. But
had I been informed of it a few hours earlier--I think it is
most
probable--that something might have been hit on. I certainly should have
represented it to Edward in a very strong
light. 'My dear
fellow,' I should have said, 'consider what you
are doing. You are making a most disgraceful
connection, and such a one as your family are unanimous in
disapproving.' I cannot help thinking, in short, that means
might have been found. But now it is all too late. He must be starved, you
know;-- that is certain; absolutely
starved."
He
had just settled this point with great composure, when the
entrance of Mrs. John Dashwood
put an end to the subject. But though she never spoke of it
out of
her own family, Elinor could see its influence on her
mind, in the something like confusion of countenance with
which
she entered, and an attempt at cordiality in her
behaviour to herself. She even proceeded so far as to be
concerned to find that Elinor and her sister were so soon
to leave town, as she had hoped to see more of
them;--an exertion in which her husband, who attended her
into the room, and hung enamoured over her accents,
seemed to distinguish every thing that was most affectionate
and graceful.
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