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nothing more said to her, no farther attempts to influence or persuade; but that everything should be left
to Crawford's assiduities, and the natural workings of her own mind.
Sir Thomas promised that it should be so. Edmund's account of Fanny's disposition he could believe to
be just, he supposed she had all those feelings, but he must consider it as very unfortunate that she had ;
for, less willing than his son to trust to the future, he could not help fearing that if such very long
allowances of time and habit were necessary for her, she might not have persuaded herself into receiving
his addresses properly, before the young man's inclination for paying them were over. There was nothing
to be done, however, but to submit quietly, and hope the best.
The promised visit from her "friend," as Edmund called Miss Crawford, was a formidable threat to
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Fanny, and she lived in continual terror of it. As a sister, so partial and so angry, and so little scrupulous
of what she said; and in another light, so triumphant and secure, she was in every way an object of vainful
alarm. Her displeasure, her penetration, and her happiness were all fearful to encounter; and the
dependence of having others present when they met, was Fanny's only support in looking forward to it.
She absented herself as little as possible from Lady Bertram, kept away from the east room, and took no
solitary walk in the shrubbery, in her caution to avoid any sudden attack.
She succeeded. She was safe in the breakfast-room, with her aunt, when Miss Crawford did come; and
the first misery over, and Miss Crawford looking and speaking with much less particularity of expression
than she had anticipated, Fanny began to hope there would be nothing worse to be endured than an half
hour of moderate agitation. But here she hoped too much, Miss Crawford was not the slave of
opportunity. She was determined to see Fanny alone, and therefore said to her tolerably soon, in a low
voice, "I must speak to you for a few minutes somewhere;" words that Fanny felt all over her, in all her
pulses, and all her nerves. Denial was impossible. Her habits of ready submission, on the contrary, made
her almost instantly rise and lead the way out of the room. She did it with wretched feelings, but it was
inevitable.
They were no sooner in the hall than all restraint of countenance was over on Miss Crawford's side. She
immediately shook her head at Fanny with arch, yet affectionate reproach, and taking her hand, seemed
hardly able to help beginning directly. She said nothing, however, but "Sad, sad, girl! I do not know when
I shall have done scolding you," and had discretion enough to reserve the rest till they might be secure of
having four walls to themselves. Fanny naturally turned upstairs, and took her guest to the apartment
which was now always fit for comfortable use; opening the door, however, with a most aching heart, and
feeling that she had a more distressing scene before her than ever that spot had yet witnessed. But the evil
ready to burst on her, was at least delayed by the sudden change in Miss Crawford's ideas; by the strong
effect on her mind which the finding herself in the east room again produced.
"Ha!" she cried, with instant animation, "am I here again? The east room. Once only was I in this room
before!" and after stopping to look about her, and seemingly to retrace all that had then passed, she
added, "Once only before. Do you remember it? I came to rehearse. Your cousin came too; and we had
a rehearsal. You were our audience and prompter. A delightful rehearsal. I shall never forget it. Here we
were, just in this part of the room; here was your cousin, here was I, here were the chairs. Oh! why will
such things ever pass away?"
Happily for her companion, she wanted no answer. Her mind was entirely self-engrossed. She was in a
reverie of sweet remembrances.
"The scene we were rehearsing was so very remarkable! the subject of it so very very what shall I
say? He was to be describing and recommending matrimony to me. I think I see him now, trying to be as
demure and composed as Anhalt ought, through the two long speeches. 'When two sympathetic hearts
meet in the marriage state, matrimony may be called a happy life.' I suppose no time can ever wear out
the impression I have of his looks and voice, as he said those words. It was curious, very curious, that
we should have such a scene to play! If I had the power of recalling any one week of my existence, it
should be that week, that acting week. Say what you would, Fanny, it should be that ; for I never knew
such exquisite happiness in any other. His sturdy spirit to bend as it did! Oh! it was sweet beyond
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