‘I am very sorry,’said she inarticulately through her tears,‘I am very sorry indeed.’
‘Sorry!Yes,I hope you are sorry;and you will probably have reason to be long sorry for this day's transactions.’
‘If it were possible for me to do otherwise,’said she with another strong effort,‘but I am so perfectly convinced that I could never make him happy,and that I should be miserable myself.’
Another burst of tears;but in spite of that burst,and in spite of that great black word miserable,which served to introduce it,Sir Thomas began to think a little relenting,a little change of inclination,might have something to do with it;and to augur favourably from the personal entreaty of the young man himself.He knew her to be very timid,and exceedingly nervous;and thought it not improbable that her mind might be in such a state,as a little time,a little pressing,a little patience,and a little impatience,a judicious mixture of all on the lover's side,might work their usual effect on.If the gentleman would but persevere,if he had but love enough to persevere-Sir Thomas began to have hopes;and these reflections having passed across his mind and cheered it,‘Well,’said he,in a tone of becoming gravity,but of less anger,‘well,child,dry up your tears.There is no use in these tears;they can do no good.You must now come downstairs with me.Mr Crawford has been kept waiting too long already.You must give him your own answer;we cannot expect him to be satisfied with less;and you only can explain to him the grounds of that misconception of your sentiments,which,unfortunately for himself,he certainly has imbibed.I am totally unequal to it.’
But Fanny showed such reluctance,such misery,at the idea of going down to him,that Sir Thomas,after a little consideration,judged it better to indulge her.His hopes from both gentleman and lady suffered a small depression in consequence;but when he looked at his niece,and saw the state of feature and complexion which her crying had brought her into,he thought there might be as much lost as gained by an immediate interview.With a few words,therefore,of no particular meaning,he walked off by himself,leaving his poor niece to sit and cry over what had passed,with very wretched feelings.
Her mind was all disorder.The past,present,future,everything was terrible.But her uncle's anger gave her the severest pain of all.Selfish and ungrateful!To have appeared so to him!She was miserable forever.She had no one to take her part,to counsel,or speak for her.Her only friend was absent.He might have softened his father;but all,perhaps all,would think her selfish and ungrateful.She might have to endure the reproach again and again;she might hear it,or see it,or know it to exist for ever in every connection about her.She could not but feel some resentment against Mr Crawford;yet,if he really loved her,and were unhappy too-It was all wretchedness together.
In about a quarter of an hour her uncle returned;she was almost ready to faint at the sight of him.He spoke calmly,however,without austerity,without reproach,and she revived a little.There was comfort too in his words,as well as his manner,for he began with,‘Mr Crawford is gone;he has just left me.I need not repeat what has passed.I do not want to add to anything you may now be feeling,by an account of what he has felt.Suffice it,that he has behaved in the most gentlemanlike and generous manner;and has confirmed me in a most favourable opinion of his understanding,heart,and temper.Upon my representation of what you were suffering,he immediately,and with the greatest delicacy,ceased to urge to see you for the present.’
Here Fanny,who looked up,looked down again.‘Of course,’continued her uncle,‘it cannot be supposed but that he should request to speak with you alone,be it only for five minutes;a request too natural,a claim too just to be denied.But there is no time fixed,perhaps tomorrow,or whenever your spirits are composed enough.For the present you have only to tranquillise yourself.Check these tears;they do but exhaust you.If,as I am willing to suppose,you wish to show me any observance,you will not give way to these emotions,but endeavour to reason yourself into a stronger frame of mind.I advise you to go out,the air will do you good;go out for an hour on the gravel,you will have the shrubbery to yourself,and will be the better for air and exercise.And Fanny’(turning back again for a moment)‘I shall make no mention below of what has passed;I shall not even tell your aunt Bertram.There is no occasion for spreading the disappointment;say nothing about it yourself.’
This was an order to be most joyfully obeyed;this was an act of kindness which Fanny felt at her heart.To be spared from her aunt Norris's interminable reproaches!-He left her in a glow of gratitude.Anything might be bearable rather than such reproaches.Even to see Mr Crawford would be less overpowering.
She walked out directly as her uncle recommended,and followed his advice throughout,as far as she could;did check her tears,did earnestly try to compose her spirits,and strengthen her mind.She wished to prove to him that she did desire his comfort,and sought to regain his favour;and he had given her another strong motive for exertion,in keeping the whole affair from the knowledge of her aunts.Not to excite suspicion by her look or manner was now an object worth attaining;and she felt equal to almost anything that might save her from her aunt Norris.
