Edmund watched the progress of her attention,and was amused and gratified by seeing how she gradually slackened in the needlework,which,at the beginning,seemed to occupy her totally;how it fell from her hand while she sat motionless over it-and at last,how the eyes which had appeared so studiously to avoid him throughout the day,were turned and fixed on Crawford,fixed on him for minutes,fixed on him in short till the attraction drew Crawford's upon her,and the book was closed,and the charm was broken.Then,she was shrinking again into herself,and blushing and working as hard as ever;but it had been enough to give Edmund encouragement for his friend,and as he cordially thanked him,he hoped to be expressing Fanny's secret feelings too.
‘That play must be a favourite with you,’said he;‘you read as if you knew it well.’
‘It will be a favourite I believe from this hour,’replied Crawford;-‘but I do not think I have had a volume of Shakespeare in my hand before，since I was fifteen.-I once saw Henry Ⅷacted.-Or I have heard of it from somebody who did-I am not certain which.But Shakespeare one gets acquainted with without knowing how.It is a part of an Englishman's constitution.His thoughts and beauties are so spread abroad that one touches them everywhere,one is intimate with him by instinct.No man of any brain can open at a good part of one of his plays,without falling into the flow of his meaning immediately.’
‘No doubt,one is familiar with Shakespeare in a degree,’said Edmund,‘from one's earliest years.His celebrated passages are quoted by everybody;they are in half the books we open,and we all talk Shakespeare,use his similes,and describe with his deions;but this is totally distinct from giving his sense as you gave it.To know him in bits and scraps,is common enough;to know him pretty thoroughly,is,perhaps,not uncommon;but to read him well aloud,is no everyday talent.’
‘Sir,you do me honour,’was Crawford's answer,with a bow of mock gravity.
Both gentlemen had a glance at Fanny,to see if a word of accordant praise could be extorted from her;yet both feeling that it could not be.Her praise had been given in her attention;that must content them.
Lady Bertram's admiration was expressed,and strongly too.‘It was really like being at a play,’said she.-‘I wish Sir Thomas had been here.’
Crawford was excessively pleased.-If Lady Bertram,with all her incompetency and languor,could feel this,the inference of what her niece,alive and enlightened as she was,must feel,was elevating.
‘You have a great turn for acting,I am sure,Mr Crawford,’said her ladyship soon afterwards-‘and I will tell you what,I think you will have a theatre,some-time or other,at your house in Norfolk.I mean when you are settled there.I do,indeed.I think you will fit up a theatre at your house in Norfolk.’
‘Do you,Ma'am?’cried he with quickness.‘No,no,that will never be.Your Ladyship is quite mistaken.No theatre at Everingham!Oh!no’-And he looked at Fanny with an expressive smile,which evidently meant,‘that lady will never allow a theatre at Everingham.’
Edmund saw it all,and saw Fanny so determined not to see it,as to make it clear that the voice was enough to convey the full meaning of the protestation;and such a quick consciousness of compliment,such a ready comprehension of a hint,he thought,was rather favourable than not.
The subject of reading aloud was farther discussed.The two young men were the only talkers,but they,standing by the fire,talked over the too common neglect of the qualification,the total inattention to it,in the ordinary school system for boys,the consequently natural-yet in some instances almost unnatural degree of ignorance and uncouthness of men,of sensible and well-informed men,when suddenly called to the necessity of reading aloud,which had fallen within their notice,giving instances of blunders,and failures with their secondary causes,the want of management of the voice,of proper modulation and emphasis,of foresight and judgment,all proceeding from the first cause,want of early attention and habit;and Fanny was listening again with great entertainment.
‘Even in my profession’-said Edmund with a smile-‘How little the art of reading has been studied!how little a clear manner,and good delivery,have been attended to!I speak rather of the past,however,than the present.-There is now a spirit of improvement abroad;but among those who were ordained twenty,thirty,forty years ago,the larger number,to judge by their performance,must have thought reading was reading,and preaching was preaching.It is different now.The subject is more justly considered.It is felt that distinctness and energy may have weight in recommending the most solid truths;and,besides,there is more general observation and taste,a more critical knowledge diffused,than formerly;in every congregation,there is a larger proportion who know a little of the matter,and who can judge and criticise.’
Edmund had already gone through the service once since his ordination;and upon this being understood,he had a variety of questions from Crawford as to his feelings and success;questions which being made-though with the vivacity of friendly interest and quick taste-without any touch of that spirit of banter or air of levity which Edmund knew to be most offensive to Fanny,he had true pleasure in satisfying;and when Crawford proceeded to ask his opinion and give his own as to the properest manner in which particular passages in the service should be delivered,showing it to be a subject on which he had thought before,and thought with judgment,Edmund was still more and more pleased.This would be the way to Fanny's heart.She was not to be won by all that gallantry and wit,and good nature together,could do;or at least,she would not be won by them nearly so soon,without the assistance of sentiment and feeling,and seriousness on serious subjects.
