Tom Bertram must have been thought pleasant,indeed,at any rate;he was the sort of young man to be generally liked,his agreeableness was of the kind to be oftener found agreeable than some endowments of a higher stamp,for he had easy manners,excellent spirits,a large acquaintance,and a great deal to say;and the reversion of Mansfield Park,and a baronetcy,did no harm to all this.Miss Crawford soon felt,that he and his situation might do.She looked about her with due consideration,and found almost everything in his favour,a park,a real park five miles round,a spacious modern-built house,so well placed and well screened as to deserve to be in any collection of engravings of gentlemen's seats in the kingdom,and wanting only to be completely new furnished-pleasant sisters,a quiet mother,and an agreeable man himself-with the advantage of being tied up from much gaming at present,by a promise to his father,and of being Sir Thomas hereafter.It might do very well;she believed she should accept him;and she began accordingly to interest herself a little about the horse which he had to run at the B-races.
These races were to call him away not long after their acquaintance began;and as it appeared that the family did not,from his usual goings on,expect him back again for many weeks,it would bring his passion to an early proof.Much was said on his side to induce her to attend the races,and schemes were made for a large party to them,with all the eagerness of inclination,but it would only do to be talked of.
And Fanny,what was she doing and thinking all this while?and what was her opinion of the newcomers?Few young ladies of eighteen could be less called on to speak their opinion than Fanny.In a quiet way,very little attended to,she paid her tribute of admiration to Miss Crawford's beauty;but as she still continued to think Mr Crawford very plain,in spite of her two cousins having repeatedly proved the contrary,she never mentioned him.The notice which she excited herself,was to this effect.‘I begin now to understand you all,except Miss Price,’said Miss Crawford,as she was walking with the Mr Bertrams.‘Pray,is she out,or is she not-I am puzzled.-She dined at the Parsonage,with the rest of you,which seemed like being out;and yet she says so little,that I can hardly suppose she is.’
Edmund,to whom this was chiefly addressed,replied,‘I believe I know what you mean-but I will not undertake to answer the question.My cousin is grown up.She has the age and sense of a woman,but the outs and not outs are beyond me.’
‘And yet in general,nothing can be more easily ascertained.The distinction is so broad.Manners as well as appearance are,generally speaking,so totally different.Till now,I could not have supposed it possible to be mistaken as to a girl's being out or not.A girl not out,has always the same sort of dress;a close bonnet for instance,looks very demure,and never says a word.You may smile-but it is so I assure you-and except that it is sometimes carried a little too far,it is all very proper.Girls should be quiet and modest.The most objectionable part is,that the alteration of manners on being introduced into company is frequently too sudden.They sometimes pass in such very little time from reserve to quite the opposite-to confidence!That is the faulty part of the present system.One does not like to see a girl of eighteen or nineteen so immediately up to everything-and perhaps when one has seen her hardly able to speak the year before.Mr Bertram,I dare say you have sometimes met with such changes.’
‘I believe I have;but this is hardly fair;I see what you are at.You are quizzing me and Miss Anderson.’
‘No indeed.Miss Anderson!I do not know who or what you mean.I am quite in the dark.But I will quiz you with a great deal of pleasure,if you will tell me what about.’
‘Ah!you carry it off very well,but I cannot be quite so far imposed on.You must have had Miss Anderson in your eye,in describing an altered young lady.You paint too accurately for mistake.It was exactly so.The Andersons of Baker Street.We were speaking of them the other day,you know.Edmund,you have heard me mention Charles Anderson.The circumstance was precisely as this lady has represented it.When Anderson first introduced me to his family,about two years ago,his sister was not out,and I could not get her to speak to me.I sat there an hour one morning waiting for Anderson,with only her and a little girl or two in the room-the governess being sick or run away,and the mother in and out every moment with letters of business;and I could hardly get a word or a look from the young lady-nothing like a civil answer-she screwed up her mouth,and turned from me with such an air!I did not see her again for a twelvemonth.She was then out.I met her at Mrs Holford's-and did not recollect her.She came up to me,claimed me as an acquaintance,stared me out of countenance,and talked and laughed till I did not know which way to look.I felt that I must be the jest of the room at the time-and Miss Crawford,it is plain,has heard the story.’
‘And a very pretty story it is,and with more truth in it,I dare say,than does credit to Miss Anderson.It is too common a fault.Mothers certainly have not yet got quite the right way of managing their daughters.I do not know where the error lies.I do not pretend to set people right,but I do see that they are often wrong.’
‘Those who are showing the world what female manners should be,’said Mr Bertram,gallantly,‘are doing a great deal to set them right.’
‘The error is plain enough,’said the less courteous Edmund;‘such girls are ill brought up.They are given wrong notions from the beginning.They are always acting upon motives of vanity-and there is no more real modesty in their behaviour before they appear in public than afterwards.’
