he found too late, in short, that he had entangled himself; and that precisely as he became fully satisfied of his not caring for louisa at all, he must regard himself as bound to her, if her sentiments for him were what the harvilles supposed.

it determined him to leave lyme, and await her complete recovery elsewhere.

he would gladly weaken, by any fair means, whatever feelings or speculations concerning him might exist; and he went, therefore, to his brother's, meaning after a while to return to kellynch, and act as circumstances might require.

"i was six weeks with edward," said he, "and saw him happy.

i could have no other pleasure. i deserved none. he enquired after you very particularly; asked even if you were personally altered, little suspecting that to my eye you could never alter."

anne smiled, and let it pass. it was too pleasing a blunder for a reproach. it is something for a woman to be assured, in her eight-and-twentieth year, that she has not lost one charm of earlier youth; but the value of such homage was inexpressibly increased to anne, by comparing it with former words, and feeling it to be the result, not the cause of a revival of his warm attachment.

he had remained in shropshire, lamenting the blindness of his own pride, and the blunders of his own calculations, till at once released from louisa by the astonishing and felicitous intelligence of her engagement with benwick.

"here," said he, "ended the worst of my state; for now i could at least put myself in the way of happiness; i could exert myself;

i could do something. but to be waiting so long in inaction, and waiting only for evil, had been dreadful. within the first five minutes i said, `i will be at bath on wednesday,' and i was.

was it unpardonable to think it worth my while to come? and to arrive with some degree of hope? you were single. it was possible that you might retain the feelings of the past, as i did; and one encouragement happened to be mine. i could never doubt that you would be loved and sought by others, but i knew to a certainty that you had refused one man, at least, of better pretensions than myself; and i could not help often saying, `was this for me?'"

their first meeting in milsom street afforded much to be said, but the concert still more. that evening seemed to be made up of exquisite moments. the moment of her stepping forward in the octagon room to speak to him: the moment of mr elliot's appearing and tearing her away, and one or two subsequent moments, marked by returning hope or increasing despondency, were dwelt on with energy.

"to see you," cried he, "in the midst of those who could not be my well-wishers; to see your cousin close by you, conversing and smiling, and feel all the horrible eligibilities and proprieties of the match!

to consider it as the certain wish of every being who could hope to influence you! even if your own feelings were reluctant or indifferent, to consider what powerful supports would be his! was it not enough to make the fool of me which i appeared? how could i look on without agony? was not the very sight of the friend who sat behind you, was not the recollection of what had been, the knowledge of her influence, the indelible, immoveable impression of what persuasion had once done-was it not all against me?"

"you should have distinguished," replied anne. "you should not have suspected me now; the case is so different, and my age is so different.

if i was wrong in yielding to persuasion once, remember that it was to persuasion exerted on the side of safety, not of risk.

when i yielded, i thought it was to duty, but no duty could be called in aid here. in marrying a man indifferent to me, all risk would have been incurred, and all duty violated."

"perhaps i ought to have reasoned thus," he replied, "but i could not.

i could not derive benefit from the late knowledge i had acquired of your character. i could not bring it into play; it was overwhelmed, buried, lost in those earlier feelings which i had been smarting under year after year. i could think of you only as one who had yielded, who had given me up, who had been influenced by any one rather than by me.

i saw you with the very person who had guided you in that year of misery.

i had no reason to believe her of less authority now. the force of habit was to be added."

"i should have thought," said anne, "that my manner to yourself might have spared you much or all of this."

"no, no! your manner might be only the ease which your engagement to another man would give. i left you in this belief; and yet, i was determined to see you again. my spirits rallied with the morning, and i felt that i had still a motive for remaining here."

at last anne was at home again, and happier than any one in that house could have conceived. all the surprise and suspense, and every other painful part of the morning dissipated by this conversation, she re-entered the house so happy as to be obliged to find an alloy in some momentary apprehensions of its being impossible to last.

an interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous in such high-wrought felicity; and she went to her room, and grew steadfast and fearless in the thankfulness of her enjoyment.

the evening came, the drawing-rooms were lighted up, the company assembled.

it was but a card party, it was but a mixture of those who had never met before, and those who met too often; a commonplace business, too numerous for intimacy, too small for variety; but anne had never found an evening shorter. glowing and lovely in sensibility and happiness, and more generally admired than she thought about or cared for, she had cheerful or forbearing feelings for every creature around her.

mr elliot was there; she avoided, but she could pity him.

the wallises, she had amusement in understanding them. lady dalrymple and miss carteret-they would soon be innoxious cousins to her.

she cared not for mrs clay, and had nothing to blush for in the public manners of her father and sister. with the musgroves, there was the happy chat of perfect ease; with captain harville, the kind-hearted intercourse of brother and sister; with lady russell, attempts at conversation, which a delicious consciousness cut short; with admiral and mrs croft, everything of peculiar cordiality and fervent interest, which the same consciousness sought to conceal; and with captain wentworth, some moments of communications continually occurring, and always the hope of more, and always the knowledge of his being there.

it was in one of these short meetings, each apparently occupied in admiring a fine display of greenhouse plants, that she said-"i have been thinking over the past, and trying impartially to judge of the right and wrong, i mean with regard to myself; and i must believe that i was right, much as i suffered from it, that i was perfectly right in being guided by the friend whom you will love better than you do now. to me, she was in the place of a parent. do not mistake me, however. i am not saying that she did not err in her advice. it was, perhaps, one of those cases in which advice is good or bad only as the event decides; and for myself, i certainly never should, in any circumstance of tolerable similarity, give such advice. but i mean, that i was right in submitting to her, and that if i had done otherwise, i should have suffered more in continuing the engagement than i did even in giving it up, because i should have suffered in my conscience. i have now, as far as such a sentiment is allowable in human nature, nothing to reproach myself with; and if i mistake not, a strong sense of duty is no bad part of a woman's portion."

he looked at her, looked at lady russell, and looking again at her, replied, as if in cool deliberation-"not yet. but there are hopes of her being forgiven in time.

i trust to being in charity with her soon. but i too have been thinking over the past, and a question has suggested itself, whether there may not have been one person more my enemy even than that lady? my own self. tell me if, when i returned to england in the year eight, with a few thousand pounds, and was posted into the laconia, if i had then written to you, would you have answered my letter? would you, in short, have renewed the engagement then?"

"would i!" was all her answer; but the accent was decisive enough.

"good god!" he cried, "you would! it is not that i did not think of it, or desire it, as what could alone crown all my other success; but i was proud, too proud to ask again. i did not understand you.

i shut my eyes, and would not understand you, or do you justice.

this is a recollection which ought to make me forgive every one sooner than myself. six years of separation and suffering might have been spared. it is a sort of pain, too, which is new to me.

i have been used to the gratification of believing myself to earn every blessing that i enjoyed. i have valued myself on honourable toils and just rewards. like other great men under reverses," he added, with a smile. "i must endeavour to subdue my mind to my fortune.

i must learn to brook being happier than i deserve."

chapter 24

who can be in doubt of what followed? when any two young people take it into their heads to marry, they are pretty sure by perseverance to carry their point, be they ever so poor, or ever so imprudent, or ever so little likely to be necessary to each other's ultimate comfort.

this may be bad morality to conclude with, but i believe it to be truth; and if such parties succeed, how should a captain wentworth and an anne elliot, with the advantage of maturity of mind, consciousness of right, and one independent fortune between them, fail of bearing down every opposition? they might in fact, have borne down a great deal more than they met with, for there was little to distress them beyond the want of graciousness and warmth.

sir walter made no objection, and elizabeth did nothing worse than look cold and unconcerned. captain wentworth, with five-and-twenty thousand pounds, and as high in his profession as merit and activity could place him, was no longer nobody. he was now esteemed quite worthy to address the daughter of a foolish, spendthrift baronet, who had not had principle or sense enough to maintain himself in the situation in which providence had placed him, and who could give his daughter at present but a small part of the share of ten thousand pounds which must be hers hereafter.

sir walter, indeed, though he had no affection for anne, and no vanity flattered, to make him really happy on the occasion, was very far from thinking it a bad match for her. on the contrary, when he saw more of captain wentworth, saw him repeatedly by daylight, and eyed him well, he was very much struck by his personal claims, and felt that his superiority of appearance might be not unfairly balanced against her superiority of rank; and all this, assisted by his well-sounding name, enabled sir walter at last to prepare his pen, with a very good grace, for the insertion of the marriage in the volume of honour.

the only one among them, whose opposition of feeling could excite any serious anxiety was lady russell. anne knew that lady russell must be suffering some pain in understanding and relinquishing mr elliot, and be making some struggles to become truly acquainted with, and do justice to captain wentworth. this however was what lady russell had now to do. she must learn to feel that she had been mistaken with regard to both; that she had been unfairly influenced by appearances in each; that because captain wentworth's manners had not suited her own ideas, she had been too quick in suspecting them to indicate a character of dangerous impetuosity; and that because mr elliot's manners had precisely pleased her in their propriety and correctness, their general politeness and suavity, she had been too quick in receiving them as the certain result of the most correct opinions and well-regulated mind. there was nothing less for lady russell to do, than to admit that she had been pretty completely wrong, and to take up a new set of opinions and of hopes.

there is a quickness of perception in some, a nicety in the discernment of character, a natural penetration, in short, which no experience in others can equal, and lady russell had been less gifted in this part of understanding than her young friend. but she was a very good woman, and if her second object was to be sensible and well-judging, her first was to see anne happy. she loved anne better than she loved her own abilities; and when the awkwardness of the beginning was over, found little hardship in attaching herself as a mother to the man who was securing the happiness of her other child.

of all the family, mary was probably the one most immediately gratified by the circumstance. it was creditable to have a sister married, and she might flatter herself with having been greatly instrumental to the connexion, by keeping anne with her in the autumn; and as her own sister must be better than her husband's sisters, it was very agreeable that captain wentworth should be a richer man than either captain benwick or charles hayter. she had something to suffer, perhaps, when they came into contact again, in seeing anne restored to the rights of seniority, and the mistress of a very pretty landaulette; but she had a future to look forward to, of powerful consolation.

anne had no uppercross hall before her, no landed estate, no headship of a family; and if they could but keep captain wentworth from being made a baronet, she would not change situations with anne.

it would be well for the eldest sister if she were equally satisfied with her situation, for a change is not very probable there.

she had soon the mortification of seeing mr elliot withdraw, and no one of proper condition has since presented himself to raise even the unfounded hopes which sunk with him.

the news of his cousins anne's engagement burst on mr elliot most unexpectedly. it deranged his best plan of domestic happiness, his best hope of keeping sir walter single by the watchfulness which a son-in-law's rights would have given. but, though discomfited and disappointed, he could still do something for his own interest and his own enjoyment. he soon quitted bath; and on mrs clay's quitting it soon afterwards, and being next heard of as established under his protection in london, it was evident how double a game he had been playing, and how determined he was to save himself from being cut out by one artful woman, at least.

mrs clay's affections had overpowered her interest, and she had sacrificed, for the young man's sake, the possibility of scheming longer for sir walter. she has abilities, however, as well as affections; and it is now a doubtful point whether his cunning, or hers, may finally carry the day; whether, after preventing her from being the wife of sir walter, he may not be wheedled and caressed at last into making her the wife of sir william.