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Fanny could not but admit the superior power of one pleasure over his own mind, though it might have its drawback.
She was one of his two dearest— that must support her.
But the other: the first!
She had never heard him speak so openly before, and though it told her no more than what she had long perceived, it was a stab, for it told of his own convictions and views.
They were decided. He would marry Miss Crawford.
she was one of his two dearest,
Could she believe Miss Crawford to deserve him, it would be— oh, how different would it be —how far more tolerable! But he was deceived in her: he gave her merits which she had not; her faults were what they had ever been, but he saw them no longer.
To call or to fancy it a loss, a disappointment, would be a presumption for which she had not words strong enough to satisfy her own humility.
To think of him as Miss Crawford might be justified in thinking, would in her be insanity. To her he could be nothing under any circumstances; nothing dearer than a friend. Why did such an idea occur to her even enough to be reprobated and forbidden? It ought not to have touched on the confines of her imagination. She would endeavour to be rational, and to deserve the right of judging of Miss Crawford's character, and the privilege of true solicitude for him by a sound intellect and an honest heart.
as he found himself obliged to go to London on the morrow for a few days, he could not help trying to procure a companion; and therefore hoped that if William could make up his mind to leave Mansfield half a day earlier than had been proposed, he would accept a place in his carriage. Mr. Crawford meant to be in town by his uncle's accustomary late dinner-hour, and William was invited to dine with him at the Admiral's.
going up with despatches,
for the original plan was that William should go up by the mail from Northampton the following night, which would not have allowed him an hour's rest before he must have got into a Portsmouth coach; and though this offer of Mr. Crawford's would rob her of many hours of his company, she was too happy in having William spared from the fatigue of such a journey,
To dance without much observation or any extraordinary fatigue, to have strength and partners for about half the evening, to dance a little with Edmund, and not a great deal with Mr. Crawford, to see William enjoy himself, and be able to keep away from her aunt Norris,
it had been about the same hour that she had returned from the Parsonage, and found Edmund in the East room.
he had soon ceased to think of her countenance. He did not appear in spirits: something unconnected with her was probably amiss.
The ball, too such an evening of pleasure before her!
those dearest tokens
Miss Crawford had a claim; and when it was no longer to encroach on, to interfere with the stronger claims, the truer kindness of another, she could do her justice even with pleasure to herself.
The necklace really looked very well;
very charming,
She looked all loveliness—and what might not be the end of it?
if Mr. Crawford had not asked her, she must have been the last to be sought after, and should have received a partner only through a series of inquiry, and bustle, and interference, which would have been terrible;
having a partner, a voluntary partner, secured against the dancing began.
she was to lead the way and open the ball;
that she hoped it might be settled otherwise;
To be placed above so many elegant young women! The distinction was too great. It was treating her like her cousins!
they were not at home to take their own place in the room, and have their share of a pleasure which would have been so very delightful to them.
So often as she had heard them wish for a ball at home as the greatest of all felicities! And to have them away when it was given—and for her to be opening the ball— and with Mr. Crawford too!
they would not envy her that distinction now
to what they had all been to each other when once dancing in that house before,
much rather not have been asked by him again so very soon,
she had not been obliged to suspect that his previous inquiries of Mrs. Norris, about the supper hour, were all for the sake of securing her at that part of the evening.
But it was not to be avoided: he made her feel that she was the object of all; though she could not say that it was unpleasantly done, that there was indelicacy or ostentation in his manner; and sometimes, when he talked of William, he was really not unagreeable, and shewed even a warmth of heart which did him credit.
It was barbarous to be happy when Edmund was suffering.
a ball was indeed delightful.
as if she had wasted half his visit in idle cares and selfish solicitudes unconnected with him.
the difference which twenty-four hours had made in that room, and all that part of the house. Last night it had been hope and smiles, bustle and motion, noise and brilliancy, in the drawing-room, and out of the drawing-room, and everywhere. Now it was languor, and all but solitude.
They were indeed a smaller party than she had ever known there for a whole day together, and he was gone on whom the comfort and cheerfulness of every family meeting and every meal chiefly depended. But this must be learned to be endured. He would soon be always gone; and she was thankful that she could now sit in the same room with her uncle, hear his voice, receive his questions, and even answer them, without such wretched feelings as she had formerly known.
They were now a miserable trio, confined within doors by a series of rain and snow, with nothing to do and no variety to hope for.
His absence was unnecessarily long. He should not have planned such an absence —he should not have left home for a week, when her own departure from Mansfield was so near.
She wished she had not spoken so warmly in their last conversation. She was afraid she had used some strong, some contemptuous expressions in speaking of the clergy, and that should not have been. It was ill-bred; it was wrong. She wished such words unsaid with all her heart.
he had actually written home to defer his return, having promised to remain some days longer with his friend.
His friend Mr. Owen had sisters; he might find them attractive.
Had Henry returned, as he talked of doing, at the end of three or four days, she should now have been leaving Mansfield.
he had been sitting with Lady Bertram and Fanny.
Fanny's beauty of face and figure, Fanny's graces of manner and goodness of heart,
The gentleness, modesty, and sweetness of her character
Her temper he had good reason to depend on and to praise. He had often seen it tried. Was there one of the family, excepting Edmund, who had not in some way or other continually exercised her patience and forbearance? Her affections were evidently strong. To see her with her brother! What could more delightfully prove that the warmth of her heart was equal to its gentleness? What could be more encouraging to a man who had her love in view? Then, her understanding was beyond every suspicion, quick and clear; and her manners were the mirror of her own modest and elegant mind.
her having such a steadiness and regularity of conduct, such a high notion of honour, and such an observance of decorum as might warrant any man in the fullest dependence on her faith and integrity,
there could not be two persons in existence whose characters and manners were less accordant: time would discover it to him;