‘Aye,my dear,I'll warrant you we do.Mary always has her own way.’
‘And now,’silently conjectured Elinor,‘she will write to Combe by this day's post.’
But if she did,the letter was written and sent away with a privacy that eluded all her watchfulness to ascertain the fact.Whatever the truth of it might be,and far as Elinor was from feeling thorough contentment about it,yet while she saw Marianne in spirits,she could not be very uncomfortable herself.And Marianne was in spirits,happy in the mildness of the weather,and still happier in her expectation of frost.
The morning was chiefly spent in leaving cards at the houses of Mrs Jennings's acquaintance to inform them of her being in town;and Marianne was all the time busy in observing the direction of the wind,watching the variations of the sky,and imagining an alteration in the air.
‘Don't you find it colder than it was in the morning,Elinor?There seems to me a very decided difference.I can hardly keep my hands warm even in my muff.It was not so yesterday,I think.The clouds seem parting too,the sun will be out in a moment,and we shall have a clear afternoon.’
Elinor was alternately diverted and pained;but Marianne persevered,and saw every night in the brightness of the fire,and every morning in the appearance of the atmosphere,the certain symptoms of approaching frost.
The Miss Dashwoods had no greater reason to be dissatisfied with Mrs Jennings's style of living and set of acquaintance than with her behaviour to themselves,which was invariably kind.Everything in her household arrangements was conducted on the most liberal plan,and excepting a few old city friends,whom,to Lady Middleton's regret,she had never dropped,she visited no one to whom an introduction could at all discompose the feelings of her young companions.Pleased to find herself more comfortably situated in that particular than she had expected,Elinor was very willing to compound for the want of much real enjoyment from any of their evening parties,which,whether at home or abroad,formed only for cards,could have little to amuse her.
Colonel Brandon,who had a general invitation to the house,was with them almost every day;he came to look at Marianne and talk to Elinor,who often derived more satisfaction from conversing with him than from any other daily occurrence,but who saw at the same time with much concern his continued regard for her sister.She feared it was a strengthening regard.It grieved her to see the earnestness with which he often watched Marianne,and his spirits were certainly worse than when at Barton.
About a week after their arrival,it became certain that Willoughby was also arrived.His card was on the table when they came in from the morning's drive.
‘Good God!’cried Marianne,‘he has been here while we were out.’Elinor,rejoiced to be assured of his being in London,now ventured to say,‘Depend upon it,he will call again tomorrow.’But Marianne seemed hardly to hear her,and on Mrs Jennings's entrance,escaped with the precious card.
This event,while it raised the spirits of Elinor,restored to those of her sister all,and more than all,their former agitation.From this moment her mind was never quiet;the expectation of seeing him every hour of the day made her unfit for anything.She insisted on being left behind the next morning,when the others went out.
Elinor's thoughts were full of what might be passing in Berkeley Street during their absence;but a moment's glance at her sister when they returned was enough to inform her that Willoughby had paid no second visit there.A note was just then brought in,and laid on the table.
‘For me!’cried Marianne,stepping hastily forward.
‘No,ma'am,for my mistress.’
But Marianne,not convinced,took it instantly up.
‘It is indeed for Mrs Jennings;how provoking!’
‘You are expecting a letter then?’said Elinor,unable to be longer silent.
‘Yes!a little-not much.’
After a short pause.‘You have no confidence in me,Marianne.’
‘Nay,Elinor,this reproach from you!-you who have confidence in no one!’
‘Me!’returned Elinor in some confusion;‘indeed,Marianne,I have nothing to tell.’
‘Nor I,’answered Marianne with energy;‘our situations then are alike.We have neither of us anything to tell;you,because you communicate,and I,because I conceal nothing.’
Elinor,distressed by this charge of reserve in herself,which she was not at liberty to do away,knew not how,under such circumstances,to press for greater openness in Marianne.
Mrs Jennings soon appeared,and the note being given her,she read it aloud.It was from Lady Middleton,announcing their arrival in Conduit Street the night before,and requesting the company of her mother and cousins the following evening.Business on Sir John's part,and a violent cold on her own,prevented their calling in Berkeley Street.The invitation was accepted:but when the hour of appointment drew near,necessary as it was in common civility to Mrs Jennings that they should both attend her on such a visit,Elinor had some difficulty in persuading her sister to go,for still she had seen nothing of Willoughby,and therefore was not more indisposed for amusement abroad,than unwilling to run the risk of his calling again in her absence.
Elinor found,when the evening was over,that disposition is not materially altered by a change of abode;for although scarcely settled in town,Sir John had contrived to collect around him nearly twenty young people,and to amuse them with a ball.This was an affair,however,of which Lady Middleton did not approve.In the country,an unpremeditated dance was very allowable;but in London,where the reputation of elegance was more important and less easily obtained,it was risking too much,for the gratification of a few girls,to have it known that Lady Middleton had given a small dance of eight or nine couple,with two violins,and a mere sideboard collation.
