With strong concern,and with many reproaches for not being called to their aid,did Mrs Jennings hear in the morning of what had passed.Her former apprehensions,now with greater reason restored,left her no doubt of the event,-and though trying to speak comfort to Elinor,her conviction of her sister's danger would not allow her to offer the comfort of hope.Her heart was really grieved.The rapid decay,the early death of a girl so young,so lovely as Marianne,must have struck a less interested person with concern.On Mrs Jennings's compassion she had other claims.She had been for three months her companion,was still under her care,and she was known to have been greatly injured,and long unhappy.The distress of her sister too,particularly a favourite,was before her,-and as for their mother,when Mrs Jennings considered that Marianne might probably be to her what Charlotte was to herself,her sympathy in her sufferings was very sincere.
Mr Harris was punctual in his second visit;-but he came to be disappointed in his hopes of what the last would produce.His medicines had failed;-the fever was unabated;and Marianne only more quiet-no more herself-remained in a heavy stupor.Elinor catching all,and more than all,his fears in a moment,proposed to call in farther advice.But he judged it unnecessary;he had still something more to try,some fresh application,of whose success he was almost as confident as the last,and his visit concluded with encouraging assurances which reached the ear,but could not enter the heart of Miss Dashwood.She was calm,except when she thought of her mother,but she was almost hopeless;and in this state she continued till noon,scarcely stirring from her sister's bed,her thoughts wandering from one image of grief,one suffering friend to another,and her spirits oppressed to the utmost by the conversation of Mrs Jennings,who scrupled not to attribute the severity and danger of this attack to the many weeks of previous indisposition which Marianne's disappointment had brought on.Elinor felt all the reasonableness of the idea,and it gave fresh misery to her reflections.
About noon,however,she began-but with caution,a dread of some disappointment,which for some time kept her silent,even to her friend-to fancy,to hope she could perceive a slight amendment in her sister's pulse;-she waited,watched,examined it again and again;-and at last,with an agitation more difficult to bury under exterior calmness than all her foregoing distress,ventured to communicate her hopes.Mrs Jennings,though forced on examination to acknowledge a temporary revival,tried to keep her young friend from indulging a thought of its continuance;and Elinor,conning over every injunction of distrust,told herself likewise not to hope.But it was too late.Hope had already entered;and feeling all its anxious flutter,she bent over her sister to watch-she hardly knew for what.Half an hour passed away,and the favourable symptom yet blessed her.Others even arose to confirm it.Her breath,her skin,her lips,all flattered Elinor with signs of amendment,and Marianne fixed her eyes on her with a rational though languid gaze.Anxiety and hope now oppressed her in equal degrees,and left her no moment of tranquillity till the arrival of Mr Harris at four o'clock;-when his assurances,his felicitations on a recovery in her sister even surpassing his expectation,gave her confidence,comfort,and tears of joy.
Marianne was in every respect materially better,and he declared her entirely out of danger.Mrs Jennings,perhaps satisfied with the partial justification of her forebodings,which had been found in their late alarm,allowed herself to trust in his judgment,and admitted with unfeigned joy,and soon with unequivocal cheerfulness,the probability of an entire recovery.
Elinor could not be cheerful.Her joy was of a different kind,and led to anything rather than to gaiety.Marianne restored to life,health,friends,and to her doting mother,was an idea to fill her heart with sensations of exquisite comfort,and expand it in fervent gratitude;-but it led to no outward demonstrations of joy,no words,no smiles.All within Elinor's breast was satisfaction,silent and strong.
She continued by the side of her sister with little intermission the whole afternoon,calming every fear,satisfying every inquiry of her enfeebled spirits,supplying every succour,and watching almost every look and every breath.The possibility of a relapse would,of course,in some moments,occur to remind her of what anxiety was-but when she saw on her frequent and minute examination,that every symptom of recovery continued,and saw Marianne at six o'clock,sink into a quiet,steady,and to all appearance comfortable sleep,she silenced every doubt.
The time was now drawing on when Colonel Brandon might be expected back.At ten o'clock,she trusted,or at least not much later,her mother would be relieved from the dreadful suspense in which she must now be travelling towards them.The Colonel too!-perhaps scarcely less an object of pity!-Oh!how slow was the progress of time which yet kept them in ignorance!
