He could say no more,for Fanny would be no longer detained.He pressed her hand,looked at her,and was gone.He went to while away the next three hours as he could,with his other acquaintance,till the best dinner that a capital inn afforded,was ready for their enjoyment,and she turned in to her more simple one immediately.
Their general fare bore a very different character;and could he have suspected how many privations,besides that of exercise,she endured in her father's house,he would have wondered that her looks were not much more affected than he found them.She was so little equal to Rebecca's puddings,and Rebecca's hashes,brought to table as they all were,with such accompaniments of half-cleaned plates,and not half-cleaned knives and forks,that she was very often constrained to defer her heartiest meal,till she could send her brothers in the evening for biscuits and buns.After being nursed up at Mansfield,it was too late in the day to be hardened at Portsmouth;and though Sir Thomas,had he known all,might have thought his niece in the most promising way of being starved,both mind and body,into a much juster value for Mr Crawford's good company and good fortune,he would probably have feared to push his experiment farther,lest she might die under the cure.
Fanny was out of spirits all the rest of the day.Though tolerably secure of not seeing Mr Crawford again,she could not help being low.It was parting with somebody of the nature of a friend;and though in one light glad to have him gone,it seemed as if she was now deserted by everybody;it was a sort of renewed separation from Mansfield;and she could not think of his returning to town,and being frequently with Mary and Edmund,without feelings so near akin to envy,as made her hate herself for having them.
Her dejection had no abatement from anything passing around her;a friend or two of her father's,as always happened if he was not with them,spent the long,long evening there;and from six o'clock to half past nine,there was little intermission of noise or grog.She was very low.The wonderful improvement which she still fancied in Mr Crawford,was the nearest to administering comfort of anything within the current of her thoughts.Not considering in how different a circle she had been just seeing him,nor how much might be owing to contrast,she was quite persuaded of his being astonishingly more gentle,and regardful of others,than formerly.And if in little things,must it not be so in great?So anxious for her health and comfort,so very feeling as he now expressed himself,and really seemed,might not it be fairly supposed,that he would not much longer persevere in a suit so distressing to her?
Chapter 43
It was presumed that Mr Crawford was travelling back to London,on the morrow,for nothing more was seen of him at Mr Price's;and two days afterwards,it was a fact ascertained to Fanny by the following letter from his sister,opened and read by her,on another account,with the most anxious curiosity:
I have to inform you,my dearest Fanny,that Henry has been down to Portsmouth to see you;that he had a delightful walk with you to the dockyard last Saturday,and one still more to be dwelt on the next day,on the ramparts;when the balmy air,the sparkling sea,and your sweet looks and conversation were altogether in the most delicious harmony,and afforded sensations which are to raise ecstasy even in retrospect.This,as well as I understand,is to be the substance of my information.He makes me write,but I do not know what else is to be communicated,except this said visit to Portsmouth,and these two said walks,and his introduction to your family,especially to a fair sister of yours,a fine girl of fifteen,who was of the party on the ramparts,taking her first lesson,I presume,in love.I have not time for writing much,but it would be out of place if I had,for this is to be a mere letter of business,penned for the purpose of conveying necessary information,which could not be delayed without risk of evil.My dear,dear Fanny,if I had you here,how I would talk to you!-You should listen to me till you were tired,and advise me till you were tired still more;but it is impossible to put an hundredth part of my great mind on paper,so I will abstain altogether,and leave you to guess what you like.I have no news for you.You have politics of course;and it would be too bad to plague you with the names of people and parties,that fill up my time.I ought to have sent you an account of your cousin's first party,but I was lazy,and now it is too long ago;suffice it,that everything was just as it ought to be,in a style that any of her connections must have been gratified to witness,and that her own dress and manners did her the greatest credit.My friend Mrs Fraser is mad for such a house,and it would not make me miserable.I go to Lady Stornaway after Easter.she seems in high spirits,and very happy.I fancy Lord S.is very good-humoured and pleasant in his own family,and I do not think him so very ill-looking as I did,at least one sees many worse.He will not do by the side of your cousin Edmund.Of the last-mentioned hero,what shall I say?If I avoided his name entirely,it would look suspicious.I will say,then,that we have seen him two or three times,and that my friends here are very much struck with his gentleman-like appearance.Mrs Fraser (no bad judge)declares she knows but three men in town who have so good a person,height,and air;and I must confess,when he dined here the other day,there were none to compare with him,and we were a party of sixteen.Luckily there is no distinction of dress nowadays to tell tales,but-but-but.
Yours,affectionately.
