The next opening of the door brought something more welcome;it was for the tea things,which she had begun almost to despair of seeing that evening.Susan and an attendant girl,whose inferior appearance informed Fanny,to her great surprise,that she had previously seen the upper servant,brought in everything necessary for the meal;Susan looking as she put the kettle on the fire and glanced at her sister,as if divided between the agreeable triumph of showing her activity and usefulness,and the dread of being thought to demean herself by such an office.‘She had been into the kitchen,’she said,‘to hurry Sally and help make the toast,and spread the bread and butter-or she did not know when they should have got tea-and she was sure her sister must want something after her journey.’
Fanny was very thankful.She could not but own that she should be very glad of a little tea,and Susan immediately set about making it,as if pleased to have the employment all to herself;and with only a little unnecessary bustle,and some few injudicious attempts at keeping her brothers in better order than she could,acquitted herself very well.Fanny's spirit was as much refreshed as her body;her head and heart were soon the better for such well-timed kindness.Susan had an open,sensible countenance;she was like William-and Fanny hoped to find her like him in disposition and good will towards herself.
In this more placid state of things William re-entered,followed not far behind by his mother and Betsey.He,complete in his lieutenant's uniform,looking and moving all the taller,firmer,and more graceful for it,and with the happiest smile over his face,walked up directly to Fanny-who,rising from her seat,looked at him for a moment in speechless admiration,and then threw her arms round his neck to sob out her various emotions of pain and pleasure.
Anxious not to appear unhappy,she soon recovered herself:and wiping away her tears,was able to notice and admire all the striking parts of his dress-listening with reviving spirits to his cheerful hopes of being on shore some part of every day before they sailed,and even of getting her to Spithead to see the sloop.
The next bustle brought in Mr Campbell,the Surgeon of the Thrush,a very well behaved young man,who came to call for his friend,and for whom there was with some contrivance found a chair,and with some hasty washing of the young tea maker's,a cup and saucer;and after another quarter of an hour of earnest talk between the gentlemen,noise rising upon noise,and bustle upon bustle,men and boys at last all in motion together,the moment came for setting off;everything was ready,William took leave,and all of them were gone-for the three boys,in spite of their mother's entreaty,determined to see their brother and Mr Campbell to the sally-port;and Mr Price walked off at the same time to carry back his neighbour's newspaper.
Something like tranquillity might now be hoped for,and accordingly,when Rebecca had been prevailed on to carry away the tea things,and Mrs Price had walked about the room some time looking for a shirt sleeve,which Betsey at last hunted out from a drawer in the kitchen,the small party of females were pretty well composed,and the mother having lamented again over the impossibility of getting Sam ready in time,was at leisure to think of her eldest daughter and the friends she had come from.
A few enquiries began;but one of the earliest-‘How did her sister Bertram manage about her servants?Was she as much plagued as herself to get tolerable servants?’-soon led her mind away from Northamptonshire,and fixed it on her own domestic grievances;and the shocking character of all the Portsmouth servants,of whom she believed her own two were the very worst,engrossed her completely.The Bertrams were all forgotten in detailing the faults of Rebecca,against whom Susan had also much to depose,and little Betsey a great deal more,and who did seem so thoroughly without a single recommendation,that Fanny could not help modestly presuming that her mother meant to part with her when her year was up.
‘Her year!’cried Mrs Price;‘I am sure I hope I shall be rid of her before she has stayed a year,for that will not be up till November.Servants are come to such a pass,my dear,in Portsmouth,that it is quite a miracle if one keeps them more than half-a-year.I have no hope of ever being settled;and if I was to part with Rebecca,I should only get something worse.And yet,I do not think I am a very difficult mistress to please-and I am sure the place is easy enough,for there is always a girl under her,and I often do half the work myself.’
Fanny was silent;but not from being convinced that there might not be a remedy found for some of these evils.As she now sat looking at Betsey,she could not but think particularly of another sister,a very pretty little girl,whom she had left there not much younger when she went into Northamptonshire,who had died a few years afterwards.There had been something remarkably amiable about her.Fanny,in those early days,had preferred her to Susan;and when the news of her death had at last reached Mansfield,had for a short time been quite afflicted.-The sight of Betsey brought the image of little Mary back again,but she would not have pained her mother by alluding to her,for the world.-While considering her with these ideas,Betsey,at a small distance,was holding out something to catch her eyes,meaning to screen it at the same time from Susan's.
‘What have you got there,my love?’said Fanny,‘come and show it to me.’
