She walked eagerly on as she spoke;and Elinor,to screen Marianne from particularity,as she felt almost certain of its not being Willoughby,quickened her pace and kept up with her.They were soon within thirty yards of the gentleman.Marianne looked again;her heart sunk within her:and abruptly turning round,she was hurrying back,when as the voices of both her sisters were raised to detain her,a third,almost as well known as Willoughby's,joined them in begging her to stop,and she turned round with surprise to see and welcome Edward Ferrars.
He was the only person in the world who could at that moment be forgiven for not being Willoughby;the only one who could have gained a smile from her;but she dispersed her tears to smile on him,and in her sister's happiness forgot for a time her own disappointment.
He dismounted,and giving his horse to his servant walked back with them to Barton,whither he was purposely coming to visit them.
He was welcomed by them all with great cordiality,but especially by Marianne,who showed more warmth of regard in her reception of him than even Elinor herself.To Marianne,indeed,the meeting between Edward and her sister was but a continuation of that unaccountable coldness which she had often observed at Norland in their mutual behaviour.On Edward's side,more particularly,there was a deficiency of all that a lover ought to look and say on such an occasion.He was confused,seemed scarcely sensible of pleasure in seeing them,looked neither rapturous nor gay,said little but what was forced from him by questions,and distinguished Elinor by no mark of affection.Marianne saw and listened with increasing surprise.She began almost to feel a dislike of Edward;and it ended,as every feeling must end with her,by carrying back her thoughts to Willoughby,whose manners formed a contrast sufficiently striking to those of his brother elect.
After a short silence which succeeded the first surprise and inquiries of meeting,Marianne asked Edward if he came directly from London.No,he had been in Devonshire a fortnight.
‘A fortnight!’she repeated,surprised at his being so long in the same county with Elinor without seeing her before.
He looked rather distressed as he added,that he had been staying with some friends near Plymouth.
‘Have you been lately in Sussex?’said Elinor.
‘I was at Norland about a month ago.’
‘And how does dear,dear Norland look?’cried Marianne.
‘Dear,dear Norland,’said Elinor,‘probably looks much as it always does at this time of year-the woods and walks thickly covered with dead leaves.’
‘Oh!’cried Marianne,‘with what transporting sensations have I formerly seen them fall!How have I delighted,as I walked,to see them driven in showers about me by the wind!What feelings have they,the season,the air altogether inspired!Now there is no one to regard them.They are seen only as a nuisance,swept hastily off,and driven as much as possible from the sight.’
‘It is not everyone,’said Elinor,‘who has your passion for dead leaves.’
‘No;my feelings are not often shared,not often understood.But sometimes they are.’As she said this,she sunk into a reverie for a few moments;but rousing herself again,‘Now,Edward,’said she,calling his attention to the prospect,‘here is Barton valley.Look up it,and be tranquil if you can.Look at those hills!Did you ever see their equals?To the left is Barton park,amongst those woods and plantations.You may see one end of the house.And there,beneath that farthest hill which rises with such grandeur,is our cottage.’
‘It is a beautiful country,’he replied;‘but these bottoms must be dirty in winter.’
‘How can you think of dirt,with such objects before you?’
‘Because,’replied he,smiling,‘amongst the rest of the objects before me,I see a very dirty lane.’
‘How strange!’said Marianne to herself as she walked on.
‘Have you an agreeable neighbourhood here?Are the Middletons pleasant people?’
‘No,not at all,’answered Marianne;‘we could not be more unfortunately situated.’
‘Marianne,’cried her sister,‘how can you say so?How can you be so unjust?They are a very respectable family,Mr Ferrars,and towards us have behaved in the friendliest manner.Have you forgot,Marianne,how many pleasant days we have owed to them?’
‘No,’said Marianne,in a low voice,‘nor how many painful moments.’
Elinor took no notice of this,and directing her attention to their visitor,endeavoured to support something like discourse with him by talking of their present residence,its conveniences,etc.,extorting from him occasional questions and remarks.His coldness and reserve mortified her severely:she was vexed and half angry;but resolving to regulate her behaviour to him by the past rather than the present,she avoided every appearance of resentment or displeasure,and treated him as she thought he ought to be treated from the family connection.
Chapter 17
Mrs Dashwood was surprised only for a moment at seeing him;for his coming to Barton was,in her opinion,of all things the most natural.Her joy and expressions of regard long outlived her wonder.He received the kindest welcome from her;and shyness,coldness,reserve,could not stand against such a reception.They had begun to fail him before he entered the house,and they were quite overcome by the captivating manners of Mrs Dashwood.Indeed a man could not very well be in love with either of her daughters,without extending the passion to her;and Elinor had the satisfaction of seeing him soon become more like himself.His affections seemed to reanimate towards them all,and his interest in their welfare again became perceptible.He was not in spirits however;he praised their house,admired its prospect,was attentive and kind;but still he was not in spirits.The whole family perceived it,and Mrs Dashwood,attributing it to some want of liberality in his mother,sat down to table indignant against all selfish parents.
