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Chapter 42
One
other short call in Harley Street,
in which Elinor received her brother's congratulations
on their travelling so far towards Barton without any expense,
and on Colonel Brandon's being to follow them to Cleveland
in a day or two, completed the intercourse of the brother
and sisters in town;--and a faint invitation from
Fanny, to come to Norland whenever it should happen to
be in their way, which of all things was the most
unlikely to occur, with a more warm, though less public,
assurance, from John to Elinor, of the promptitude with which
he should come to see her at Delaford, was all that
foretold any meeting in the country.
It
amused her to observe that all her friends seemed determined
to send her to Delaford;--a
place, in which, of all others, she would now least chuse
to visit, or wish to reside; for not only was it
considered as her future home by her brother and Mrs.
Jennings,
but even Lucy, when they parted, gave her a pressing
invitation to visit her there.
Very
early in April, and tolerably early in the day, the two
parties from Hanover Square
and Berkeley
Street set out from
their respective homes, to
meet, by appointment, on the road.
For the convenience of Charlotte and her
child, they were to be more than two days on
their journey, and Mr. Palmer, travelling more
expeditiously with Colonel Brandon, was to join them at Cleveland
soon after their arrival.
Marianne,
few as had been her hours of comfort in London,
and eager as she had long been to quit it, could not, when it
came to the point,
bid adieu to the house in which she had for the last
time enjoyed those hopes, and that confidence, in Willoughby, which
were now extinguished for ever,
without great pain. Nor could she leave the place in which Willoughby
remained, busy in new engagements, and new
schemes, in which she could have no share, without shedding
many tears.
Elinor's
satisfaction, at the moment of removal, was more positive. She had no such object for
her lingering thoughts to fix on, she left no creature
behind, from whom it would give her a moment's regret to
be divided for ever, she was pleased to be free herself from
the persecution of Lucy's friendship, she was grateful
for bringing her sister away unseen by Willoughby
since his
marriage, and she looked forward with hope to what
a few months of tranquility at Barton might do
towards restoring Marianne's peace of mind, and confirming
her own.
Their
journey was safely performed. The
second day brought them into the cherished, or
the prohibited, county of Somerset, for
as such was it dwelt on by
turns in Marianne's imagination; and in the forenoon of the
third they drove up to Cleveland.
Cleveland
was a spacious, modern-built house, situated on a sloping lawn. It had no park, but the pleasure-grounds were tolerably
extensive; and like every other place of the same degree of
importance, it had its open shrubbery, and closer
wood walk, a road of smooth gravel winding round a
plantation, led to the front, the lawn was dotted
over with timber, the house itself was under the
guardianship of the fir, the mountain-ash, and the acacia, and
a
thick screen of them altogether, interspersed with tall Lombardy poplars, shut
out the offices.
Marianne
entered the house with a heart swelling with emotion from the
consciousness of
being only eighty miles from Barton, and not thirty from
Combe Magna; and before she had been five minutes
within its walls, while the others were busily helping Charlotte
to show her child to the housekeeper, she
quitted it again, stealing away through the winding
shrubberies, now just beginning to be in beauty, to gain a
distant eminence; where, from its Grecian temple, her eye,
wandering over a wide tract of country to the
south-east, could fondly rest on the farthest ridge of hills
in
the horizon, and fancy that from their summits Combe
Magna might be seen.
In
such moments of precious, invaluable misery, she rejoiced in
tears of agony to be at Cleveland; and
as she returned by a different
circuit to the house, feeling all the happy privilege of
country liberty, of wandering from place to place in free
and luxurious solitude, she resolved to spend almost every
hour
of every day while she remained with the Palmers, in
the indulgence of such solitary rambles.
She
returned just in time to join the others as they quitted the
house, on an
excursion through its more immediate premises; and the rest of
the morning was easily whiled away, in lounging round
the kitchen garden, examining the bloom upon its walls, and
listening to the gardener's lamentations upon blights, in
dawdling through the green-house, where the loss of her
favourite plants, unwarily exposed, and nipped by the
lingering frost, raised the laughter of Charlotte,--and
in visiting her poultry-yard, where, in the disappointed
hopes of her dairy-maid, by hens forsaking their
nests, or being stolen by a fox, or in the rapid
decrease of a promising young brood, she found fresh sources
of
merriment.
The
morning was fine and dry, and Marianne, in her plan of
employment abroad, had
not calculated for any change of weather during their
stay at Cleveland. With
great surprise therefore, did she
find herself prevented by a settled rain from going out again
after dinner. She had depended on a twilight walk to
the Grecian temple, and perhaps all over the grounds, and an
evening merely cold or damp would not have deterred her
from it; but a heavy and settled rain even she
could not fancy dry or pleasant weather for walking.
Their
party was small, and the hours passed quietly
away. Mrs. Palmer had her child, and Mrs.
Jennings her carpet-work; they talked
of the friends they had
left
behind, arranged Lady Middleton's engagements,
and wondered whether Mr. Palmer and Colonel Brandon
would get farther than Reading that night. Elinor, however little
concerned in it,
joined in their discourse; and
Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every
house to the library, however it might be avoided by the
family in general, soon procured herself a book.
Nothing
was wanting on Mrs. Palmer's side that
constant and friendly good humour could do, to
make them feel themselves welcome.
The openness and heartiness of her manner
more than atoned for that want of
recollection and elegance which made her often
deficient in the forms of politeness; her kindness,
recommended
by so pretty a face, was engaging; her folly, though
evident was not disgusting, because it was not
conceited; and Elinor could have forgiven every
thing but her laugh.
The
two gentlemen arrived the next day to a very late dinner,
affording a pleasant
enlargement of the party, and a very welcome variety to their
conversation, which a long morning of the same continued rain
had reduced very low.
Elinor
had seen so little of Mr. Palmer, and in that little had seen
so much variety in his
address to her sister and herself, that she knew not
what to expect to find him in his own family.
She found him, however, perfectly the
gentleman in his behaviour
to all his visitors, and only occasionally rude to his wife
and
her mother; she found him very capable of being a
pleasant companion, and only prevented from being so always,
by too great an aptitude to fancy himself as much
superior to people in general, as he must feel himself to
be to Mrs. Jennings and Charlotte. For the rest of his
character and habits, they were marked, as far as Elinor could
perceive, with no traits at all unusual in his sex
and time of life. He was nice in his eating, uncertain in
his hours; fond of his child, though affecting to
slight it; and idled away the mornings at billiards, which ought to
have been devoted to business. She
liked him,
however, upon the whole, much better than she had
expected, and in her heart was not sorry that she could
like him no more;-- not sorry to be driven by the
observation of his Epicurism, his
selfishness, and his
conceit, to
rest with complacency on the remembrance of Edward's generous
temper, simple taste, and diffident feelings.
Of
Edward, or at least of some of his concerns, she now received
intelligence from
Colonel Brandon, who had been into Dorsetshire lately;
and who, treating her at once as the
disinterested friend of Mr. Ferrars, and the
kind confidante of himself, talked to her a great
deal of the
parsonage at Delaford, described its deficiencies, and told
her
what he meant to do himself towards removing
them.--His behaviour to her in this, as well as in every
other particular, his open pleasure in meeting her after
an absence of only ten days, his readiness to converse
with her, and his deference for her opinion, might
very well justify Mrs. Jennings's persuasion of
his attachment, and would have been enough, perhaps, had
not Elinor still, as from the first, believed Marianne his
real favourite, to make her suspect it herself. But as it
was, such a notion had scarcely ever entered
her head, except by Mrs. Jennings's suggestion;
and she could not help believing herself the nicest
observer of the two;--she watched his eyes, while Mrs.
Jennings thought only of his behaviour;--and while his
looks of anxious solicitude on Marianne's feeling, in her
head and throat, the beginning of a heavy cold, because
unexpressed by words, entirely escaped the latter lady's
observation;--she could discover in them the quick feelings,
and
needless alarm of a lover.
Two
delighful twilight walks on the third and fourth evenings of
her being there, not merely
on the dry gravel of the shrubbery, but all over the
grounds, and especially in the most distant parts of them,
where
there was something more of wildness than in the rest, where
the trees were the oldest, and the grass was the
longest and wettest, had--assisted by the still greater
imprudence of sitting in her wet shoes and stockings--given
Marianne a cold so violent as, though for a day or two
trifled with or denied, would force itself by
increasing ailments on the concern of every body, and the
notice of herself. Prescriptions poured in from all
quarters, and as usual, were all declined.
Though heavy and feverish, with a pain in
her limbs, and a cough, and a sore
throat, a good night's rest was to cure her entirely; and it
was with difficulty that Elinor prevailed on her, when she
went to bed, to try one or two of the simplest of the
remedies.
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