She had burst away from him,and at that moment Sir Thomas was heard speaking to a servant in his way towards the room they were in.It was no time for further assurances or entreaty,though to part with her at a moment when her modesty alone seemed to his sanguine and preassured mind to stand in the way of the happiness he sought,was a cruel necessity.She rushed out at an opposite door from the one her uncle was approaching,and was walking up and down the east room in the utmost confusion of contrary feelings,before Sir Thomas's politeness and apologies were over,or he had reached the beginning of the joyful intelligence,which his visitor came to communicate.
She was feeling,thinking,trembling about everything;-agitated,happy,miserable,infinitely obliged,absolutely angry.It was all beyond belief!He was inexcusable,incomprehensible!-But such were his habits,that he could do nothing without a mixture of evil.He had previously made her the happiest of human beings,and now he had insulted-she knew not what to say-how to class or how to regard it.She would not have him be serious,and yet what could excuse the use of such words and offers,if they meant but to trifle?
But William was a Lieutenant.-That was a fact beyond a doubt and without an alloy.She would think of it for ever and forget all the rest.Mr Crawford would certainly never address her so again:he must have seen how unwelcome it was to her;and in that case,how gratefully she could esteem him for his friendship to William!
She would not stir farther from the east room than the head of the great staircase,till she had satisfied herself of Mr Crawford's having left the house;but when convinced of his being gone,she was eager to go down and be with her uncle,and have all the happiness of his joy as well as her own,and all the benefit of his information or his conjectures as to what would now be William's destination.Sir Thomas was as joyful as she could desire,and very kind and communicative;and she had so comfortable a talk with him about William as to make her feel as if nothing had occurred to vex her,till she found towards the close that Mr Crawford was engaged to return and dine there that very day.This was a most unwelcome hearing,for though he might think nothing of what had passed,it would be quite distressing to her to see him again so soon.
She tried to get the better of it,tried very hard as the dinner hour approached,to feel and appear as usual;but it was quite impossible for her not to look most shy and uncomfortable when their visitor entered the room.She could not have supposed it in the power of any concurrence of circumstances to give her so many painful sensations on the first day of hearing of William's promotion.
Mr Crawford was not only in the room;he was soon close to her.He had a note to deliver from his sister.Fanny could not look at him,but there was no consciousness of past folly in his voice.She opened her note immediately,glad to have anything to do,and happy,as she read it,to feel that the fidgetings of her aunt Norris,who was also to dine there,screened her a little from view.
My dear Fanny-for so I may now always call you,to the infinite relief of a tongue that has been stumbling at Miss Price for at least the last six weeks-I cannot let my brother go without sending you a few lines of general congratulation,and giving my most joyful consent and approval.-Go on,my dear Fanny,and without fear;there can be no difficulties worth naming.I choose to suppose that the assurance of my consent will be something;so,you may smile upon him with your sweetest smiles this afternoon,and send him back to me even happier than he goes.
Yours affectionately,M.C.
These were not expressions to do Fanny any good;for though she read in too much haste and confusion to form the clearest judgment of Miss Crawford's meaning,it was evident that she meant to compliment her on her brother's attachment and even to appear to believe it serious.She did not know what to do,or what to think.There was wretchedness in the idea of its being serious;there was perplexity and agitation every way.She was distressed whenever Mr Crawford spoke to her,and he spoke to her much too often;and she was afraid there was a something in his voice and manner in addressing her,very different from what they were when he talked to the others.Her comfort in that day's dinner was quite destroyed;she could hardly eat anything;and when Sir Thomas good humouredly observed,that joy had taken away her appetite,she was ready to sink with shame,from the dread of Mr Crawford's interpretation;for though nothing could have tempted her to turn her eyes to the right hand where he sat,she felt that his were immediately directed towards her.
She was more silent than ever.She would hardly join even when William was the subject,for his commission came all from the right hand too,and there was pain in the connection.
She thought Lady Bertram sat longer than ever,and began to be in despair of ever getting away;but at last they were in the drawing-room and she was able to think as she would,while her aunts finished the subject of William's appointment in their own style.
