He is not a shining character, but he has a... He is not a shining character, but he has a thousand good qualities;
and is so disposed to look up to you, that I am quite laughed at
about it, for everybody considers it as my doingGrant the other day, ‘if MrRushworth were a
son of your own, he could not hold Sir Thomas in greater respect”
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Sir Thomas gave up the point, foiled by her evasions, disarmed by
her flattery; and was obliged to rest satisfied with the conviction
that where the present pleasure of those she loved was at stake, her
kindness did sometimes overpower her judgment
It was a busy morning with himConversation with any of them
occupied but a small part of itHe had to reinstate himself in all the
wonted concerns of his Mansfield life: to see his steward and his
bailiff; to examine and compute, and, in the intervals of business, to
walk into his stables and his gardens, and nearest plantations; but
active and methodical, he had not only done all this before he resumed
his seat as master of the house at dinner, he had also set the
carpenter to work in pulling down what had been so lately put up
in the billiard-room, and given the scene-painter his dismissal long
enough to justify the pleasing belief of his being then at least as far
off as NorthamptonThe scene-painter was gone, having spoilt only
the floor of one room, ruined all the coachman’s sponges, and made
five of the under-servants idle and dissatisfied; and Sir Thomas was
in hopes that another day or two would suffice to wipe away every
outward
chanel white purse memento of what had been, even to the destruction of
every unbound copy of Lovers’ Vows in the house, for he was burning
all that met his eye
MrYates was beginning now to understand Sir Thomas’s intentions,
though as far as ever from understanding their sourceHe
and his friend had been out with their guns the chief of the morning,
and Tom had taken the opportunity of explaining, with proper
apologies for his father’s particularity, what was to be expected
Yates felt it as acutely as might be supposedTo be a second time
disappointed in the same way was an instance of very severe ill-luck;
and his indignation was such, that had it not been for delicacy towards
his friend, and his friend’s youngest sister, he believed he should
certainly attack the baronet on the absurdity of his proceedings,
and argue him into a little more rationalityHe believed this very
stoutly while he was in Mansfield Wood, and all the way home; but
there was a something in Sir Thomas, when they sat round the same
table, which made MrYates think it wiser to let him pursue his
own way, and feel the folly of it without oppositionHe had known
many disagreeable fathers before, and often been struck with the
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inconveniences they occasioned, but never, in the whole course of
his life, had he seen one of that class so unintelligibly moral, so
infamously tyrannical as Sir ThomasHe was not a man to be endured
but for his children’s sake, and he might be thankful to his
fair daughter Julia that MrYates did yet mean
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longer under his roof
The evening passed with external smoothness, though almost every
mind was ruffled; and the music which Sir Thomas called for
from his daughters helped to conceal the want of real harmony
Maria was in a good deal of agitationIt was of the utmost consequence
to her that Crawford should now lose no time in declaring
himself, and she was disturbed that even a day should be gone by
without seeming to advance that pointShe had been expecting to
see him the whole morning, and all the evening, too, was still expecting
himRushworth had set off early with the great news
for Sotherton; and she had fondly hoped for such an immediate
eclaircissement as might save him the trouble of ever coming back
againBut they had seen no one from the Parsonage, not a creature,
and had heard no tidings beyond a friendly note of congratulation
and inquiry from MrsGrant to Lady BertramIt was the first day
for many, many weeks, in which the families had been wholly divided
Four-and-twenty hours had never passed before, since August
began, without bringing them together in some way or other
It was a sad, anxious day; and the morrow, though differing in the
sort of evil, did by no means bring lessA few moments of feverish
enjoyment were followed by hours of acute sufferingHenry
Crawford was again in the house: he walked up with DrGrant,
who was anxious to pay his respects to Sir Thomas, and at rather an
early hour they were ushered into the breakfast-room, where were
most of the
chanel j12 familySir Thomas soon appeared, and Maria saw with
delight and agitation the introduction of the man she loved to her
fatherHer sensations were indefinable, and so were they a few minutes
afterwards upon hearing Henry Crawford, who had a chair
between herself and Tom, ask the latter in an undervoice whether
there were any plans for resuming the play after the present happy
interruption (with a courteous glance at Sir Thomas), because, in
that case, he should make a point of returning to Mansfield at any
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time required by the party: he was going away immediately, being
to meet his uncle at Bath without delay; but if there were any prospect
of a renewal of Lovers’ Vows, he should hold himself positively
engaged, he should break through every other claim, he should absolutely
condition with his uncle for attending them whenever he
might be wantedThe play should not be lost by his absence
“From Bath, Norfolk, London, York, wherever I may be,” said he;
“I will attend you from any place in England, at an hour’s notice
It was well at that moment that Tom had to speak, and not his
sisterHe could immediately say with easy fluency, “I am sorry you
are going; but as to our play, that is all over—entirely at an end”
(looking significantly at his father)“The painter was sent off yesterday,
and very little will remain of the theatre to-morrowI knew
how that would be from the firstYou will find
nobody there
“It is about my uncle’s usual time
“When do you think of going?”
“I may,
spy bag fendi perhaps, get as far as Banbury to-day
“Whose stables do you use at Bath?” was the next question; and while
this branch of the subject was under discussion, Maria, who wanted
neither pride nor resolution, was preparing to encounter her share of it
with tolerable calmness
To her he soon turned, repeating much of what he had already
said, with only a softened air and stronger expressions of regretBut
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 severeShe 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 oneHe was gone—he had touched her hand for the last time,
he had made his parting bow, and she might seek directly all that
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solitude could do for herHenry 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
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