‘I am so glad to see the evergreens thrive！’said Fanny in reply.‘My uncle's gardener always says the soil here is better than his own，and so it appears from the growth of the laurels and evergreens in general.-The evergreen！-How beautiful，how welcome，how wonderful the evergreen！-When one thinks of it，how astonishing a variety of nature！-In some countries we know the tree that sheds its leaf is the variety，but that does not make it less amazing，that the same soil and the same sun should nurture plants differing in the first rule and law of their existence.You will think me rhapsodising；but when I am out of doors，especially when I am sitting out of doors，I am very apt to get into this sort of wondering strain.One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.’
‘To say the truth，’replied Miss Crawford，‘I am something like the famous Doge at the court of Louis XIV；and may declare that I see no wonder in this shrubbery equal to seeing myself in it.If anybody had told me a year ago that this place would be my home，that I should be spending month after month here，as I have done，I certainly should not have believed them！-I have now been here nearly five months！and moreover the quietest five months I ever passed.’
‘Too quiet for you I believe.’
‘I should have thought so theoretically myself，but，’-and her eyes brightened as she spoke-‘take it all and all，I never spent so happy a summer.-But then，’-with a more thoughtful air and lowered voice-‘there is no saying what it may lead to.’
Fanny's heart beat quick，and she felt quite unequal to surmising or soliciting anything more.Miss Crawford however，with renewed animation，soon went on：
‘I am conscious of being far better reconciled to a country residence than I had ever expected to be.I can even suppose it pleasant to spend half the year in the country，under certain circumstances-very pleasant.An elegant，moderate-sized house in the centre of family connections-continual engagements among them-commanding the first society in the neighbourhood-looked up to perhaps as leading it even more than those of larger fortune，and turning from the cheerful round of such amusements to nothing worse than a tête--tête with the person one feels most agreeable in the world.There is nothing frightful in such a picture，is there，Miss Price？One need not envy the new Mrs Rushworth with such a home as that.’‘Envy Mrs Rushworth！’was all that Fanny attempted to say.‘Come，come，it would be very unhandsome in us to be severe on Mrs Rushworth，for I look forward to our owing her a great many gay，brilliant，happy hours.I expect we shall be all very much at Sotherton another year.Such a match as Miss Bertram has made is a public blessing，for the first pleasures of Mr Rushworth's wife must be to fill her house，and give the best balls in the country.’
Fanny was silent-and Miss Crawford relapsed into thoughtfulness，till suddenly looking up at the end of a few minutes，she exclaimed，‘Ah！here he is.’It was not Mr Rushworth，however，but Edmund，who then appeared walking towards them with Mrs Grant.‘My sister and Mr Bertram.-I am so glad your eldest cousin is gone that he may be Mr Bertram again.There is something in the sound of Mr Edmund Bertram so formal，so pitiful，so younger-brother-like，that I detest it.’
‘How differently we feel！’cried Fanny.‘To me，the sound of Mr Bertram is so cold and nothing-meaning-so entirely without warmth or character！-It just stands for a gentleman，and that's all.But there is nobleness in the name of Edmund.It is a name of heroism and renown-of kings，princes，and knights；and seems to breathe the spirit of chivalry and warm affections.’
‘I grant you the name is good in itself，and Lord Edmund or Sir Edmund sound delightfully；but sink it under the chill，the annihilation of a Mr-and Mr Edmund is no more than Mr John or Mr Thomas.Well，shall we join and disappoint them of half their lecture upon sitting down out of doors at this time of year，by being up before they can begin？’
Edmund met them with particular pleasure.It was the first time of his seeing them together since the beginning of that better acquaintance which he had been hearing of with great satisfaction.A friendship between two so very dear to him was exactly what he could have wished；and to the credit of the lover's understanding be it stated，that he did not by any means consider Fanny as the only，or even as the greater gainer by such a friendship.
‘Well，’said Miss Crawford，‘and do not you scold us for our imprudence？What do you think we have been sitting down for but to be talked to about it，and entreated and supplicated never to do so again？’
‘Perhaps I might have scolded，’said Edmund，‘if either of you had been sitting down alone；but while you do wrong together I can overlook a great deal.’
‘They cannot have been sitting long，’cried Mrs Grant，‘for when I went up for my shawl I saw them from the staircase window，and then they were walking.’
‘And really，’added Edmund，‘the day is so mild，that your sitting down for a few minutes can be hardly thought imprudent.Our weather must not always be judged by the calendar.We may sometimes take greater liberties in November than in May.’
‘Upon my word，’cried Miss Crawford，‘you are two of the most disappointing and unfeeling kind friends I ever met with！There is no giving you a moment's uneasiness.You do not know how much we have been suffering，nor what chills we have felt！But I have long thought Mr Bertram one of the worst subjects to work on，in any little manoeuvre against common sense，that a woman could be plagued with.I had very little hope of him from the first；but you，Mrs Grant，my sister，my own sister，I think I had a right to alarm you a little.’
