Her temper was open.She acknowledged her fears,blamed herself for having contended so warmly,and from that hour Fanny understanding the worth of her disposition,and perceiving how fully she was inclined to seek her good opinion and refer to her judgment,began to feel again the blessing of affection,and to entertain the hope of being useful to a mind so much in need of help,and so much deserving it.She gave advice;advice too sound to be resisted by a good understanding,and given so mildly and considerately as not to irritate an imperfect temper;and she had the happiness of observing its good effects not unfrequently;more was not expected by one,who,while seeing all the obligation and expediency of submission and forbearance,saw also with sympathetic acuteness of feeling,all that must be hourly grating to a girl like Susan.Her greatest wonder on the subject soon became-not that Susan should have been provoked into disrespect and impatience against her better knowledge-but that so much better knowledge,so many good notions,should have been hers at all;and that,brought up in the midst of negligence and error,she should have formed such proper opinions of what ought to be-she,who had no cousin Edmund to direct her thoughts or fix her principles.
The intimacy thus begun between them was a material advantage to each.By sitting together upstairs,they avoided a great deal of the disturbance of the house;Fanny had peace,and Susan learnt to think it no misfortune to be quietly employed.They sat without a fire;but that was a privation familiar even to Fanny,and she suffered the less because reminded by it of the east room.It was the only point of resemblance.In space,light,furniture,and prospect,there was nothing alike in the two apartments;and she often heaved a sigh at the remembrance of all her books and boxes,and various comforts there.By degrees the girls came to spend the chief of the morning upstairs,at first only in working and talking;but after a few days,the remembrance of the said books grew so potent and stimulative,that Fanny found it impossible not to try for books again.There were none in her father's house;but wealth is luxurious and daring-and some of hers found its way to a circulating library.She became a subscriber-amazed at being any thing in propria persona,amazed at her own doings in every way;to be a renter,a chooser of books!And to be having any one's improvement in view in her choice!But so it was.Susan had read nothing,and Fanny longed to give her a share in her own first pleasures,and inspire a taste for the biography and poetry which she delighted in herself.
In this occupation she hoped,moreover,to bury some of the recollections of Mansfield which were too apt to seize her mind if her fingers only were busy;and,especially at this time,hoped it might be useful in diverting her thoughts from pursuing Edmund to London,whither,on the authority of her aunt's last letter,she knew he was gone.She had no doubt of what would ensue.The promised notification was hanging over her head.The postman's knock within the neighbourhood was beginning to bring its daily terrors-and if reading could banish the idea for even half an hour,it was something gained.
Chapter 41
A week was gone since Edmund might be supposed in town,and Fanny had heard nothing of him.There were three different conclusions to be drawn from his silence,between which her mind was in fluctuation;each of them at times being held the most probable.Either his going had been again delayed,or he had yet procured no opportunity of seeing Miss Crawford alone-or,he was too happy for letter writing!
One morning about this time,Fanny having now been nearly four weeks from Mansfield-a point which she never failed to think over and calculate every day-as she and Susan were preparing to remove as usual upstairs,they were stopped by the knock of a visitor,whom they felt they could not avoid,from Rebecca's alertness in going to the door,a duty which always interested her beyond any other.
It was a gentleman's voice;it was a voice that Fanny was just turning pale about,when Mr Crawford walked into the room.
Good sense,like hers,will always act when really called upon;and she found that she had been able to name him to her mother,and recall her remembrance of the name,as that of ‘William's friend’,though she could not previously have believed herself capable of uttering a syllable at such a moment.The consciousness of his being known there only as William's friend,was some support.Having introduced him,however,and being all reseated,the terrors that occurred of what this visit might lead to,were overpowering,and she fancied herself on the point of fainting away.
While trying to keep herself alive,their visitor,who had at first approached her with as animated a countenance as ever,was wisely and kindly keeping his eyes away,and giving her time to recover,while he devoted himself entirely to her mother,addressing her,and attending to her with the utmost politeness and propriety,at the same time with a degree of friendliness-of interest at least-which was making his manner perfect.
Mrs Price's manners were also at their best.Warmed by the sight of such a friend to her son,and regulated by the wish of appearing to advantage before him,she was overflowing with gratitude,artless,maternal gratitude,which could not be unpleasing.Mr Price was out,which she regretted very much.Fanny was just recovered enough to feel that she could not regret it;for to her many other sources of uneasiness was added the severe one of shame for the home in which he found her.She might scold herself for the weakness,but there was no scolding it away.She was ashamed,and she would have been yet more ashamed of her father,than of all the rest.
