To her he soon turned,repeating much of what he had already said,with only a softened air and stronger expressions of regret.But what availed his expressions or his air?-He was going -and if not voluntarily going,voluntarily intending to stay away;for,excepting what might be due to his uncle,his engagements were all self-imposed.-He might talk of necessity,but she knew his independence.-The hand which had so pressed hers to his heart!-The hand and the heart were alike motionless and passive now!Her spirit supported her,but the agony of her mind was severe.-She had not long to endure what arose from listening to language,which his actions contradicted,or to bury the tumult of her feelings under the restraint of society;for general civilities soon called his notice from her,and the farewell visit,as it then became openly acknowledged,was a very short one.-He was gone-he had touched her hand for the last time,he had made his parting bow,and she might seek directly all that solitude could do for her.Henry Crawford was gone-gone from the house,and within two hours afterwards from the parish;and so ended all the hopes his selfish vanity had raised in Maria and Julia Bertram.
Julia could rejoice that he was gone.-His presence was beginning to be odious to her;and if Maria gained him not,she was now cool enough to dispense with any other revenge.She did not want exposure to be added to desertion.-Henry Crawford gone,she could even pity her sister.
With a purer spirit did Fanny rejoice in the intelligence.-She heard it at dinner and felt it a blessing.By all the others it was mentioned with regret,and his merits honoured with due gradation of feeling,from the sincerity of Edmund's too partial regard,to the unconcern of his mother speaking entirely by rote.Mrs Norris began to look about her and wonder that his falling in love with Julia had come to nothing;and could almost fear that she had been remiss herself in forwarding it;but with so many to care for,how was it possible for even her activity to keep pace with her wishes?
Another day or two,and Mr Yates was gone likewise.In his departure Sir Thomas felt the chief interest;wanting to be alone with his family,the presence of a stranger superior to Mr Yates must have been irksome;but of him,trifling and confident,idle and expensive,it was every way vexatious.In himself he was wearisome,but as the friend of Tom and the admirer of Julia he became offensive.Sir Thomas had been quite indifferent to Mr Crawford's going or staying-but his good wishes for Mr Yates's having a pleasant journey,as he walked with him to the hall door,were given with genuine satisfaction.Mr Yates had stayed to see the destruction of every theatrical preparation at Mansfield,the removal of everything appertaining to the play;he left the house in all the soberness of its general character;and Sir Thomas hoped,in seeing him out of it,to be rid of the worst object connected with the scheme,and the last that must be inevitably reminding him of its existence.
Mrs Norris contrived to remove one article from his sight that might have distressed him.The curtain over which she had presided with such talent and such success,went off with her to her cottage,where she happened to be particularly in want of green baize.
Chapter 21
Sir Thomas's return made a striking change in the ways of the family,independent of Lovers'Vows.Under his government,Mansfield was an altered place.Some members of their society sent away and the spirits of many others saddened,it was all sameness and gloom,compared with the past;a sombre family party rarely enlivened.There was little intercourse with the Parsonage.Sir Thomas drawing back from intimacies in general,was particularly disinclined,at this time,for any engagements but in one quarter.The Rushworths were the only addition to his own domestic circle which he could solicit.
Edmund did not wonder that such should be his father's feelings,nor could he regret anything but the exclusion of the Grants.‘But they,’he observed to Fanny,‘have a claim.They seem to belong to us-they seem to be part of ourselves.I could wish my father were more sensible of their very great attention to my mother and sisters while he was away.I am afraid they may feel themselves neglected.But the truth is-that my father hardly knows them.They had not been here a twelvemonth when he left England.If he knew them better,he would value their society as it deserves,for they are in fact exactly the sort of people he would like.We are sometimes a little in want of animation among ourselves;my sisters seem out of spirits,and Tom is certainly not at his ease.Dr and Mrs Grant would enliven us,and make our evenings pass away with more enjoyment even to my father.’
‘Do you think so?’said Fanny.‘In my opinion,my uncle would not like any addition.I think he values the very quietness you speak of,and that the repose of his own family circle is all he wants.And it does not appear to me that we are more serious than we used to be;I mean before my uncle went abroad.As well as I can recollect,it was always much the same.There was never much laughing in his presence;or,if there is any difference,it is not more I think than such an absence has a tendency to produce at first.There must be a sort of shyness.But I cannot recollect that our evenings formerly were ever merry,except when my uncle was in town.No young people's are,I suppose,when those they look up to are at home’.
‘I believe you are right,Fanny,’was his reply,after a short consideration.‘I believe our evenings are rather returned to what they were,than assuming a new character.The novelty was in their being lively.-Yet,how strong the impression that only a few weeks will give!I have been feeling as if we had never lived so before.’
