‘How horrid all this is!’said he.‘Such weather makes everything and everybody disgusting.Dulness is as much produced within doors as without by rain.It makes one detest all one's acquaintance.What the devil does Sir John mean by not having a billiard-room in his house?How few people know what comfort is!Sir John is as stupid as the weather.’
The rest of the company soon dropped in.
‘I am afraid,Miss Marianne,’said Sir John,‘you have not been able to take your usual walk to Allenham today.’
Marianne looked very grave,and said nothing.
‘Oh!don't be so sly before us,’said Mrs Palmer:‘for we know all about it,I assure you;and I admire your taste very much,for I think he is extremely handsome.We do not live a great way from him in the country,you know,-not above ten miles,I dare say.’
‘Much nearer thirty,’said her husband.
‘Ah!well!there is not much difference.I never was at his house;but they say it is a sweet,pretty place.’
‘As vile a spot as ever I saw in my life,’said Mr Palmer.
Marianne remained perfectly silent,though her countenance betrayed her interest in what was said.
‘Is it very ugly?’continued Mrs Palmer-‘then it must be some other place that is so pretty,I suppose.’
When they were seated in the dining-room,Sir John observed with regret that they were only eight all together.
‘My dear,’said he to his lady,‘it is very provoking that we should be so few.Why did not you ask the Gilberts to come to us today?’
‘Did not I tell you,Sir John,when you spoke to me about it before,that it could not be done?They dined with us last.’
‘You and I,Sir John,’said Mrs Jennings,‘should not stand upon such ceremony.’
‘Then you would be very ill-bred,’cried Mr Palmer.
‘My love,you contradict everybody,’said his wife,with her usual laugh.‘Do you know that you are quite rude?’
‘I did not know I contradicted anybody in calling your mother ill-bred.’
‘Aye,you may abuse me as you please,’said the good-natured old lady.‘You have taken Charlotte off my hands,and cannot give her back again.So there I have the whip hand of you.’
Charlotte laughed heartily to think that her husband could not get rid of her，and exultingly said,she did not care how cross he was to her,as they must live together.It was impossible for anyone to be more thoroughly good-natured or more determined to be happy than Mrs Palmer.The studied indifference,insolence,and discontent of her husband gave her no pain;and when he scolded or abused her,she was highly diverted.
‘Mr Palmer is so droll!’said she,in a whisper,to Elinor.‘He is always out of humour.’
Elinor was not inclined,after a little observation,to give him credit for being so genuinely and unaffectedly ill-natured or ill-bred as he wished to appear.His temper might perhaps be a little soured by finding,like many others of his sex,that through some unaccountable bias in favour of beauty,he was the husband of a very silly woman-but she knew that this kind of blunder was too common for any sensible man to be lastingly hurt by it.It was rather a wish of distinction,she believed,which produced his contemptuous treatment of everybody,and his general abuse of everything before him.It was the desire of appearing superior to other people.The motive was too common to be wondered at;but the means,however they might succeed by establishing his superiority in ill-breeding,were not likely to attach anyone to him except his wife.
‘Oh!my dear Miss Dashwood,’said Mrs Palmer soon afterwards,‘I have got such a favour to ask of you and your sister.Will you come and spend some time at Cleveland this Christmas?Now,pray do-and come while the Westons are with us.You cannot think how happy I shall be!It will be quite delightful!My love,’applying to her husband,‘don't you long to have the Miss Dashwoods come to Cleveland?’
‘Certainly,’he replied with a sneer-‘I came into Devonshire with no other view.’
‘There now,’-said his lady,‘you see Mr Palmer expects you;so you cannot refuse to come.’
They both eagerly and resolutely declined her invitation.
‘But indeed,you must and shall come.I am sure you will like it of all things.The Westons will be with us,and it will be quite delightful.You cannot think what a sweet place Cleveland is;and we are so gay now,for Mr Palmer is always going about the country canvassing against the election;and so many people came to dine with us that I never saw before,it is quite charming!But,poor fellow!it is very fatiguing to him!for he is forced to make everybody like him.’
Elinor could hardly keep her countenance as she assented to the hardship of such an obligation.
‘How charming it will be,’said Charlotte,‘when he is in Parliament!-won't it?How I shall laugh!It will be so ridiculous to see all his letters directed to him with an MPBut do you know,he says he will never frank for me.He declares he won't.Don't you,Mr Palmer?’
Mr Palmer took no notice of her.
‘He cannot bear writing,you know,’she continued-‘he says it is quite shocking.’
‘No,’said he,‘I never said anything so irrational.Don't palm all your abuse of language upon me.’
‘There now;you see how droll he is.This is always the way with him!Sometimes he won't speak to me for half a day together,and then he comes out with something so droll-all about anything in the world.’
She surprised Elinor very much,as they returned into the drawing-room,by asking her whether she did not like Mr Palmer excessively.
‘Certainly,’said Elinor,‘he seems very agreeable.’
‘Well-I am so glad you do.I thought you would,he is so pleasant;and Mr Palmer is excessively pleased with you and your sisters,I can tell you,and you can't think how disappointed he will be if you don't come to Cleveland.I can't imagine why you should object to it.’
