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Mansfield Park · Jane Austen

Chapter 12

Sir Thomas was to return in November, and his eldest

son had duties to call him earlier home. The approach

of September brought tidings of Mr. Bertram, first in a

letter to the gamekeeper and then in a letter to Edmund;

and by the end of August he arrived himself, to be gay,

agreeable, and gallant again as occasion served,

or Miss Crawford demanded; to tell of races and Weymouth,

and parties and friends, to which she might have listened

six weeks before with some interest, and altogether

to give her the fullest conviction, by the power

of actual comparison, of her preferring his younger brother.

It was very vexatious, and she was heartily sorry for it;

but so it was; and so far from now meaning to marry

the elder, she did not even want to attract him beyond

what the simplest claims of conscious beauty required:

his lengthened absence from Mansfield, without anything

but pleasure in view, and his own will to consult, made it

perfectly clear that he did not care about her; and his

indifference was so much more than equalled by her own,

that were he now to step forth the owner of Mansfield Park,

the Sir Thomas complete, which he was to be in time, she did

not believe she could accept him.

The season and duties which brought Mr. Bertram back to

Mansfield took Mr. Crawford into Norfolk. Everingham could

not do without him in the beginning of September. He went

for a fortnight--a fortnight of such dullness to the Miss

Bertrams as ought to have put them both on their guard,

and made even Julia admit, in her jealousy of her sister,

the absolute necessity of distrusting his attentions,

and wishing him not to return; and a fortnight of sufficient

leisure, in the intervals of shooting and sleeping, to have

convinced the gentleman that he ought to keep longer away,

had he been more in the habit of examining his own motives,

and of reflecting to what the indulgence of his idle vanity

was tending; but, thoughtless and selfish from prosperity

and bad example, he would not look beyond the present moment.

The sisters, handsome, clever, and encouraging, were an

amusement to his sated mind; and finding nothing in Norfolk

to equal the social pleasures of Mansfield, he gladly

returned to it at the time appointed, and was welcomed

thither quite as gladly by those whom he came to trifle with

further.

Maria, with only Mr. Rushworth to attend to her, and doomed

to the repeated details of his day's sport, good or bad,

his boast of his dogs, his jealousy of his neighbours,

his doubts of their qualifications, and his zeal after poachers,

subjects which will not find their way to female feelings

without some talent on one side or some attachment on

the other, had missed Mr. Crawford grievously; and Julia,

unengaged and unemployed, felt all the right of missing him

much more. Each sister believed herself the favourite.

Julia might be justified in so doing by the hints

of Mrs. Grant, inclined to credit what she wished,

and Maria by the hints of Mr. Crawford himself.

Everything returned into the same channel as before his absence;

his manners being to each so animated and agreeable

as to lose no ground with either, and just stopping short

of the consistence, the steadiness, the solicitude,

and the warmth which might excite general notice.

Fanny was the only one of the party who found anything

to dislike; but since the day at Sotherton, she could never

see Mr. Crawford with either sister without observation,

and seldom without wonder or censure; and had her

confidence in her own judgment been equal to her exercise

of it in every other respect, had she been sure that she

was seeing clearly, and judging candidly, she would

probably have made some important communications to her

usual confidant. As it was, however, she only hazarded

a hint, and the hint was lost. "I am rather surprised,"

said she, "that Mr. Crawford should come back again so soon,

after being here so long before, full seven weeks;

for I had understood he was so very fond of change and

moving about, that I thought something would certainly

occur, when he was once gone, to take him elsewhere.

He is used to much gayer places than Mansfield."

"It is to his credit," was Edmund's answer; "and I dare

say it gives his sister pleasure. She does not like his

unsettled habits."

"What a favourite he is with my cousins!"

"Yes, his manners to women are such as must please.

Mrs. Grant, I believe, suspects him of a preference for Julia;

I have never seen much symptom of it, but I wish it may

be so. He has no faults but what a serious attachment

would remove."

"If Miss Bertram were not engaged," said Fanny cautiously,

"I could sometimes almost think that he admired her more

than Julia."

"Which is, perhaps, more in favour of his liking

Julia best, than you, Fanny, may be aware; for I believe

it often happens that a man, before he has quite made up

his own mind, will distinguish the sister or intimate

friend of the woman he is really thinking of more than

the woman herself Crawford has too much sense to stay

here if he found himself in any danger from Maria;

and I am not at all afraid for her, after such a proof

as she has given that her feelings are not strong."

Fanny supposed she must have been mistaken, and meant to

think differently in future; but with all that submission

to Edmund could do, and all the help of the coinciding

looks and hints which she occasionally noticed in some

of the others, and which seemed to say that Julia was

Mr. Crawford's choice, she knew not always what to think.

She was privy, one evening, to the hopes of her aunt

Norris on the subject, as well as to her feelings,

and the feelings of Mrs. Rushworth, on a point of some

similarity, and could not help wondering as she listened;

and glad would she have been not to be obliged to listen,

for it was while all the other young people were dancing,

and she sitting, most unwillingly, among the chaperons at

the fire, longing for the re-entrance of her elder cousin,

on whom all her own hopes of a partner then depended.

It was Fanny's first ball, though without the preparation

or splendour of many a young lady's first ball, being the

thought only of the afternoon, built on the late acquisition

of a violin player in the servants' hall, and the possibility

of raising five couple with the help of Mrs. Grant and a new

intimate friend of Mr. Bertram's just arrived on a visit.

It had, however, been a very happy one to Fanny through

four dances, and she was quite grieved to be losing

even a quarter of an hour. While waiting and wishing,

looking now at the dancers and now at the door, this dialogue

between the two above-mentioned ladies was forced on her--

"I think, ma'am," said Mrs. Norris, her eyes directed

towards Mr. Rushworth and Maria, who were partners for

the second time, "we shall see some happy faces again now."

"Yes, ma'am, indeed," replied the other, with a stately simper,

"there will be some satisfaction in looking on _now_,

and I think it was rather a pity they should have been

obliged to part. Young folks in their situation

should be excused complying with the common forms.

I wonder my son did not propose it."

"I dare say he did, ma'am. Mr. Rushworth is never remiss.

But dear Maria has such a strict sense of propriety, so much

of that true delicacy which one seldom meets with nowadays,

Mrs. Rushworth--that wish of avoiding particularity!

Dear ma'am, only look at her face at this moment;

how different from what it was the two last dances!"

Miss Bertram did indeed look happy, her eyes were

sparkling with pleasure, and she was speaking with

great animation, for Julia and her partner, Mr. Crawford,

were close to her; they were all in a cluster together.

How she had looked before, Fanny could not recollect,

for she had been dancing with Edmund herself, and had

not thought about her.

Mrs. Norris continued, "It is quite delightful, ma'am, to

see young people so properly happy, so well suited,

and so much the thing! I cannot but think of dear Sir

Thomas's delight. And what do you say, ma'am, to the chance

of another match? Mr. Rushworth has set a good example,

and such things are very catching."

Mrs. Rushworth, who saw nothing but her son, was quite

at a loss.

"The couple above, ma'am. Do you see no symptoms there?"

"Oh dear! Miss Julia and Mr. Crawford. Yes, indeed,

a very pretty match. What is his property?"

"Four thousand a year."

"Very well. Those who have not more must be satisfied with

what they have. Four thousand a year is a pretty estate,

and he seems a very genteel, steady young man, so I hope

Miss Julia will be very happy."

"It is not a settled thing, ma'am, yet. We only speak of it

among friends. But I have very little doubt it _will_ be.

He is growing extremely particular in his attentions."

Fanny could listen no farther. Listening and wondering were all

suspended for a time, for Mr. Bertram was in the room again;

and though feeling it would be a great honour to be asked

by him, she thought it must happen. He came towards

their little circle; but instead of asking her to dance,

drew a chair near her, and gave her an account of the present

state of a sick horse, and the opinion of the groom,

from whom he had just parted. Fanny found that it was

not to be, and in the modesty of her nature immediately

felt that she had been unreasonable in expecting it.

When he had told of his horse, he took a newspaper from

the table, and looking over it, said in a languid way,

"If you want to dance, Fanny, I will stand up with you."

With more than equal civility the offer was declined;

she did not wish to dance. "I am glad of it," said he,

in a much brisker tone, and throwing down the newspaper

again, "for I am tired to death. I only wonder how

the good people can keep it up so long. They had need

be _all_ in love, to find any amusement in such folly;

and so they are, I fancy. If you look at them you may

see they are so many couple of lovers--all but Yates

and Mrs. Grant--and, between ourselves, she, poor woman,

must want a lover as much as any one of them. A desperate

dull life hers must be with the doctor," making a sly face

as he spoke towards the chair of the latter, who proving,

however, to be close at his elbow, made so instantaneous

a change of expression and subject necessary, as Fanny,

in spite of everything, could hardly help laughing at.

"A strange business this in America, Dr. Grant! What is

your opinion? I always come to you to know what I am to

think of public matters."

"My dear Tom," cried his aunt soon afterwards, "as you

are not dancing, I dare say you will have no objection

to join us in a rubber; shall you?" Then leaving her seat,

and coming to him to enforce the proposal, added in

a whisper, "We want to make a table for Mrs. Rushworth,

you know. Your mother is quite anxious about it,

but cannot very well spare time to sit down herself,

because of her fringe. Now, you and I and Dr. Grant will

just do; and though _we_ play but half-crowns, you know,

you may bet half-guineas with _him_."

"I should be most happy," replied he aloud, and jumping up

with alacrity, "it would give me the greatest pleasure;

but that I am this moment going to dance." Come, Fanny,

taking her hand, "do not be dawdling any longer,

or the dance will be over."

Fanny was led off very willingly, though it was impossible

for her to feel much gratitude towards her cousin,

or distinguish, as he certainly did, between the selfishness

of another person and his own.

"A pretty modest request upon my word," he indignantly

exclaimed as they walked away. "To want to nail me

to a card-table for the next two hours with herself and

Dr. Grant, who are always quarrelling, and that poking

old woman, who knows no more of whist than of algebra.

I wish my good aunt would be a little less busy! And to ask

me in such a way too! without ceremony, before them all,

so as to leave me no possibility of refusing. _That_ is

what I dislike most particularly. It raises my spleen

more than anything, to have the pretence of being asked,

of being given a choice, and at the same time addressed

in such a way as to oblige one to do the very thing,

whatever it be! If I had not luckily thought of standing

up with you I could not have got out of it. It is a great

deal too bad. But when my aunt has got a fancy in her head,

nothing can stop her."