He was in love,very much in love;and it was a love which,operating on an active,sanguine spirit,of more warmth than delicacy,made her affection appear of greater consequence,because it was withheld,and determined him to have the glory,as well as the felicity,of forcing her to love him.
He would not despair:he would not desist.He had every well-grounded reason for solid attachment;he knew her to have all the worth that could justify the warmest hopes of lasting happiness with her;her conduct at this very time,by speaking the disinterestedness and delicacy of her character (qualities which he believed most rare indeed),was of a sort to heighten all his wishes,and confirm all his resolutions.He knew not that he had a pre-engaged heart to attack.Of that he had no suspicion.He considered her rather as one who had never thought on the subject enough to be in danger;who had been guarded by youth,a youth of mind as lovely as of person;whose modesty had prevented her from understanding his attentions,and who was still overpowered by the suddenness of addresses so wholly unexpected,and the novelty of a situation which her fancy had never taken into account.
Must it not follow of course,that when he was understood,he should succeed?-He believed it fully.Love such as his,in a man like himself,must with perseverance secure a return,and at no great distance;and he had so much delight in the idea of obliging her to love him in a very short time,that her not loving him now was scarcely regretted.A little difficulty to be overcome,was no evil to Henry Crawford.He rather derived spirits from it.He had been apt to gain hearts too easily.His situation was new and animating.
To Fanny,however,who had known too much opposition all her life to find any charm in it,all this was unintelligible.She found that he did mean to persevere;but how he could,after such language from her as she felt herself obliged to use,was not to be understood.She told him,that she did not love him,could not love him,was sure she never should love him:that such a change was quite impossible,that the subject was most painful to her,that she must entreat him never to mention it again,to allow her to leave him at once,and let it be considered as concluded for ever.And when farther pressed,had added,that in her opinion their dispositions were so totally dissimilar as to make mutual affection incompatible;and that they were unfitted for each other by nature,education,and habit.All this she had said,and with the earnestness of sincerity;yet this was not enough,for he immediately denied there being anything uncongenial in their characters,or anything unfriendly in their situations;and positively declared,that he would still love,and still hope!
Fanny knew her own meaning,but was no judge of her own manner.Her manner was incurably gentle,and she was not aware how much it concealed the sternness of her purpose.Her diffidence,gratitude,and softness,made every expression of indifference seem almost an effort of self-denial;seem at least,to be giving nearly as much pain to herself as to him.Mr Crawford was no longer the Mr Crawford who,as the clandestine,insidious,treacherous admirer of Maria Bertram,had been her abhorrence,whom she had hated to see or to speak to,in whom she could believe no good quality to exist,and whose power,even of being agreeable,she had barely acknowledged.He was now the Mr Crawford who was addressing herself with ardent,disinterested,love;whose feelings were apparently become all that was honourable and upright,whose views of happiness were all fixed on a marriage of attachment;who was pouring out his sense of her merits,describing and describing again his affection,proving,as far as words could prove it,and in the language,tone,and spirit of a man of talent too,that he sought her for her gentleness,and her goodness;and to complete the whole,he was now the Mr Crawford who had procured William's promotion!
Here was a change,and here were claims which could not but operate.She might have disdained him in all the dignity of angry virtue,in the grounds of Sotherton,or the theatre at Mansfield Park;but he approached her now with rights that demanded different treatment.She must be courteous,and she must be compassionate.She must have a sensation of being honoured,and whether thinking of herself or her brother,she must have a strong feeling of gratitude.The effect of the whole was a manner so pitying and agitated,and words intermingled with her refusal so expressive of obligation and concern,that to a temper of vanity and hope like Crawford's,the truth,or at least the strength of her indifference,might well be questionable;and he was not so irrational as Fanny considered him,in the professions of persevering,assiduous,and not desponding attachment which closed the interview.
It was with reluctance that he suffered her to go,but there was no look of despair in parting to bely his words,or give her hopes of his being less unreasonable than he professed himself.
Now she was angry.Some resentment did arise at a perseverance so selfish and ungenerous.Here was again a want of delicacy and regard for others which had formerly so struck and disgusted her.Here was again a something of the same Mr Crawford whom she had so reprobated before.How evidently was there a gross want of feeling and humanity where his own pleasure was concerned-and,alas,how always known no principle to supply as a duty what the heart was deficient in.Had her own affections been as free -as perhaps they ought to have been-he never could have engaged them.
