She was struck,quite struck,when on returning from her walk,and going into the east room again,the first thing which caught her eye was a fire lighted and burning.A fire!It seemed too much;just at that time to be giving her such an indulgence,was exciting even painful gratitude.She wondered that Sir Thomas could have leisure to think of such a trifle again;but she soon found,from the voluntary information of the housemaid,who came in to attend it,that so it was to be every day.Sir Thomas had given orders for it.
‘I must be a brute indeed,if I can be really ungrateful!’said she in soliloquy;‘Heaven defend me from being ungrateful!’
She saw nothing more of her uncle,nor of her aunt Norris,till they met at dinner.Her uncle's behaviour to her was then as nearly as possible what it had been before;she was sure he did not mean there should be any change,and that it was only her own conscience that could fancy any;but her aunt was soon quarrelling with her:and when she found how much and how unpleasantly her having only walked out without her aunt's knowledge could be dwelt on,she felt all the reason she had to bless the kindness which saved her from the same spirit of reproach,exerted on a more momentous subject.
‘If I had known you were going out,I should have got you just to go as far as my house with some orders for Nanny,’said she,‘which I have since,to my very great inconvenience,been obliged to go and carry myself.I could very ill spare the time,and you might have saved me the trouble,if you would only have been so good as to let us know you were going out.It would have made no difference to you,I suppose,whether you had walked in the shrubbery or gone to my house.’
‘I recommended the shrubbery to Fanny as the dryest place,’said Sir Thomas.
‘Oh!’said Mrs Norris with a moment's check,‘that was very kind of you,Sir Thomas;but you do not know how dry the path is to my house.Fanny would have had quite as good a walk there,I assure you;with the advantage of being of some use,and obliging her aunt:it is all her fault.If she would but have let us know she was going out -but there is a something about Fanny,I have often observed it before,-she likes to go her own way to work;she does not like to be dictated to;she takes her own independent walk whenever she can;she certainly has a little spirit of secrecy,and independence,and nonsense,about her,which I would advise her to get the better of.’
As a general reflection on Fanny,Sir Thomas thought nothing could be more unjust,though he had been so lately expressing the same sentiments himself,and he tried to turn the conversation;tried repeatedly before he could succeed;for Mrs Norris had not discernment enough to perceive,either now,or at any other time,to what degree he thought well of his niece,or how very far he was from wishing to have his own children's merits set off by the depreciation of hers.She was talking at Fanny,and resenting this private walk half through the dinner.
It was over,however,at last;and the evening set in with more composure to Fanny,and more cheerfulness of spirits than she could have hoped for after so stormy a morning;but she trusted,in the first place,that she had done right,that her judgment had not misled her;for the purity of her intentions she could answer;and she was willing to hope,secondly,that her uncle's displeasure was abating,and would abate farther as he considered the matter with more impartiality,and felt,as a good man must feel,how wretched,and how unpardonable,how hopeless and how wicked it was,to marry without affection.
When the meeting with which she was threatened for the morrow was past,she could not but flatter herself that the subject would be finally concluded,and Mr Crawford once gone from Mansfield,that everything would soon be as if no such subject had existed.She would not,could not believe,that Mr Crawford's affection for her could distress him long;his mind was not of that sort.London would soon bring its cure.In London he would soon learn to wonder at his infatuation,and be thankful for the right reason in her,which had saved him from its evil consequences.
While Fanny's mind was engaged in these sort of hopes,her uncle was soon after tea called out of the room;an occurrence too common to strike her,and she thought nothing of it till the butler re-appeared ten minutes afterwards,and advancing decidedly towards herself,said,‘Sir Thomas wishes to speak with you,Ma'am,in his own room.’Then it occurred to her what might be going on;a suspicion rushed over her mind which drove the colour from her cheeks;but instantly rising,she was preparing to obey,when Mrs Norris called out,‘Stay,stay Fanny!What are you about?-Where are you going?-Don't be in such a hurry.Depend upon it,it is not you that are wanted;depend upon it it is me,’(looking at the butler)‘but you are so very eager to put yourself forward.What should Sir Thomas want you for?It is me,Baddeley,you mean;I am coming this moment.You mean me,Baddeley,I am sure;Sir Thomas wants me,not Miss Price.’
But Baddeley was stout.‘No,Ma'am,it is Miss Price,I am certain of its being Miss Price.’And there was a half smile with the words which meant,‘I do not think you would answer the purpose at all.’
Mrs Norris,much discontented,was obliged to compose herself to work again;and Fanny,walking off in agitating consciousness,found herself,as she anticipated,in another minute alone with Mr Crawford.
Chapter 33
The conference was neither so short,nor so conclusive,as the lady had designed.The gentleman was not so easily satisfied.He had all the disposition to persevere that Sir Thomas could wish him.He had vanity,which strongly inclined him,in the first place,to think she did love him,though she might not know it herself;and which,secondly,when constrained at last to admit that she did know her own present feelings,convinced him that he should be able in time to make those feelings what he wished.
