‘No,’replied Fanny,‘but we need not give up his profession for all that;because,whatever profession Dr Grant had chosen,he would have taken a-not a good temper into it;and as he must either in the navy or army have had a great many more people under his command than he has now,I think more would have been made unhappy by him as a sailor or soldier than as a clergyman.Besides,I cannot but suppose that whatever there may be to wish otherwise in Dr Grant,would have been in a greater danger of becoming worse in a more active and worldly profession,where he would have had less time and obligation-where he might have escaped that knowledge of himself,the frequency,at least,of that knowledge which it is impossible he should escape as he is now.A man-a sensible man like Dr Grant,cannot be in the habit of teaching others their duty every week,cannot go to church twice every Sunday and preach such very good sermons in so good a manner as he does,without being the better for it himself.It must make him think,and I have no doubt that he oftener endeavours to restrain himself than he would if he had been anything but a clergyman.’
‘We cannot prove the contrary,to be sure-but I wish you a better fate Miss Price,than to be the wife of a man whose amiableness depends upon his own sermons;for though he may preach himself into a good humour every Sunday,it will be bad enough to have him quarrelling about green geese from Monday morning till Saturday night.’
‘I think the man who could often quarrel with Fanny,’said Edmund,affectionately,‘must be beyond the reach of any sermons.’
Fanny turned farther into the window;and Miss Crawford had only time to say in a pleasant manner,‘I fancy Miss Price has been more used to deserve praise than to hear it,’when being earnestly invited by the Miss Bertrams to join in a glee,she tripped off to the instrument,leaving Edmund looking after her in an ecstasy of admiration of all her many virtues,from her obliging manners down to her light and graceful tread.
‘There goes good humour I am sure,’said he presently.‘There goes a temper which would never give pain!How well she walks,and how readily she falls in with the inclination of others,joining them the moment she is asked.What a pity,’he added,after an instant's reflection,‘that she should have been in such hands!’
Fanny agreed to it,and had the pleasure of seeing him continue at the window with her,in spite of the expected glee;and of having his eyes soon turned like hers towards the scene without,where all that was solemn and soothing,and lovely,appeared in the brilliancy of an unclouded night,and the contrast of the deep shade of the woods.Fanny spoke her feelings.‘Here's harmony!said she,‘Here's repose!Here's what may leave all painting and all music behind,and what poetry only can attempt to describe.Here's what may tranquillise every care,and lift the heart to rapture!When I look out on such a night as this,I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world;and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to,and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.’
‘I like to hear your enthusiasm,Fanny.It is a lovely night,and they are much to be pitied who have not been taught to feel in some degree as you do-who have not at least been given a taste for nature in early life.They lose a great deal.’
‘You taught me to think and feel on the subject,cousin.’
‘I had a very apt scholar.There's Arcturus looking very bright.’
‘Yes,and the bear.I wish I could see Cassiopeia.’
‘We must go out on the lawn for that.Should you be afraid?’
‘Not in the least.It is a great while since we have had any star-gazing.’
‘Yes,I do not know how it has happened.’The glee began.‘We will stay till this is finished,Fanny,’said he,turning his back on the window;and as it advanced,she had the mortification of seeing him advance too,moving forward by gentle degrees towards the instrument,and when it ceased,he was close by the singers,among the most urgent in requesting to hear the glee again.
Fanny sighed alone at the window till scolded away by Mrs Norris's threats of catching cold.
Chapter 12
Sir Thomas was to return in November,and his eldest son had duties to call him earlier home.The approach of September brought tidings of Mr Bertram first in a letter to the gamekeeper,and then in a letter to Edmund;and by the end of August,he arrived himself,to be gay,agreeable,and gallant again as occasion served,or Miss Crawford demanded,to tell of races and Weymouth,and parties and friends,to which she might have listened six weeks before with some interest,and altogether to give her the fullest conviction,by the power of actual comparison,of her preferring his younger brother.
It was very vexatious,and she was heartily sorry for it;but so it was;and so far from now meaning to marry the elder,she did not even want to attract him beyond what the simplest claims of conscious beauty required；his lengthened absence from Mansfield,without anything but pleasure in view,and his own will to consult,made it perfectly clear that he did not care about her;and his indifference was so much more than equalled by her own,that were he now to step forth the owner of Mansfield park,the Sir Thomas complete,which he was to be in time,she did not believe she could accept him.
