What would be the consequence?Whom would it not injure?Whose views might it not affect?Whose peace would it not cut up for ever?Miss Crawford,herself-Edmund;but it was dangerous,perhaps,to tread such ground.She confined herself,or tried to confine herself to the simple,indubitable family misery which must envelope all,if it were indeed a matter of certified guilt and public exposure.The mother's sufferings,the father's-there,she paused.Julia's,Tom's,Edmund's-there,a yet longer pause.They were the two on whom it would fall most horribly.Sir Thomas's parental solicitude,and high sense of honour and decorum,Edmund's upright principles,unsuspicious temper,and genuine strength of feeling,made her think it scarcely possible for them to support life and reason under such disgrace;and it appeared to her,that as far as this world alone was concerned,the greatest blessing to every one of kindred with Mrs Rushworth would be instant annihilation.
Nothing happened the next day,or the next,to weaken her terrors.Two posts came in,and brought no refutation,public or private.There was no second letter to explain away the first,from Miss Crawford;there was no intelligence from Mansfield,though it was now full time for her to hear again from her aunt.This was an evil omen.She had,indeed,scarcely the shadow of a hope to soothe her mind,and was reduced to so low and wan and trembling a condition as no mother-not unkind,except Mrs Price,could have overlooked,when the third day did bring the sickening knock,and a letter was again put into her hands.It bore the London postmark,and came from Edmund.
Dear Fanny -You know our present wretchedness.May God support you under your share.We have been here two days,but there is nothing to be done.They cannot be traced.You may not have heard of the last blow-Julia's elopement;she is gone to Scotland with Yates.She left London a few hours before we entered it.At any other time,this would have been felt dreadfully.Now it seems nothing,yet it is an heavy aggravation.My father is not overpowered.More cannot be hoped.He is still able to think and act;and I write,by his desire,to propose your returning home.He is anxious to get you there for my mother's sake.I shall be at Portsmouth the morning after you receive this,and hope to find you ready to set off for Mansfield.My Father wishes you to invite Susan to go with you,for a few months.Settle it as you like;say what is proper;I am sure you will feel such an instance of his kindness at such a moment!Do justice to his meaning,however I may confuse it.You may imagine something of my present state.There is no end of the evil let loose upon us.You will see me early by the mail.
Yours,etc.
Never had Fanny more wanted a cordial.Never had she felt such a one as this letter contained.Tomorrow!To leave Portsmouth tomorrow!She was,she felt she was,in the greatest danger of being exquisitely happy,while so many were miserable.The evil which brought such good to her!She dreaded lest she should learn to be insensible of it.To be going so soon,sent for so kindly,sent for as a comfort,and with leave to take Susan,was altogether such a combination of blessings as set her heart in a glow,and for a time,seemed to distance every pain,and make her incapable of suitably sharing the distress even of those whose distress she thought of most.Julia's elopement could affect her comparatively but little;she was amazed and shocked;but it could not occupy her,could not dwell on her mind.She was obliged to call herself to think of it,and acknowledge it to be terrible and grievous,or it was escaping her,in the midst of all the agitating,pressing,joyful cares attending this summons to herself.
There is nothing like employment,active,indispensable employment,for relieving sorrow.Employment,even melancholy,may dispel melancholy,and her occupations were hopeful.She had so much to do,that not even the horrible story of Mrs Rushworth (now fixed to the last point of certainty)could affect her as it had done before.She had not time to be miserable.Within twenty-four hours she was hoping to be gone;her father and mother must be spoken to,Susan prepared,everything got ready.Business followed business;the day was hardly long enough.The happiness she was imparting too,happiness very little alloyed by the black communication which must briefly precede it-the joyful consent of her father and mother to Susan's going with her-the general satisfaction with which the going of both seemed regarded-and the ecstasy of Susan herself,was all serving to support her spirits.
The affliction of the Bertrams was little felt in the family.Mrs Price talked of her poor sister for a few minutes-but how to find anything to hold Susan's clothes,because Rebecca took away all the boxes and spoilt them,was much more in her thoughts,and as for Susan,now unexpectedly gratified in the first wish of her heart,and knowing nothing personally of those who had sinned,or of those who were sorrowing-if she could help rejoicing from beginning to end,it was as much as ought to be expected from human virtue at fourteen.
As nothing was really left for the decision of Mrs Price,or the good offices of Rebecca,everything was rationally and duly accomplished,and the girls were ready for the morrow.The advantage of much sleep to prepare them for their journey,was impossible.The cousin who was travelling towards them,could hardly have less than visited their agitated spirits,one all happiness,the other all varying and indescribable perturbation.
