mary, very much gratified by this attention, was delighted to receive him, while a thousand feelings rushed on anne, of which this was the most consoling, that it would soon be over. and it was soon over.

in two minutes after charles's preparation, the others appeared; they were in the drawing-room. her eye half met captain wentworth's, a bow, a curtsey passed; she heard his voice; he talked to mary, said all that was right, said something to the miss musgroves, enough to mark an easy footing; the room seemed full, full of persons and voices, but a few minutes ended it. charles shewed himself at the window, all was ready, their visitor had bowed and was gone, the miss musgroves were gone too, suddenly resolving to walk to the end of the village with the sportsmen: the room was cleared, and anne might finish her breakfast as she could.

"it is over! it is over!" she repeated to herself again and again, in nervous gratitude. "the worst is over!"

mary talked, but she could not attend. she had seen him.

they had met. they had been once more in the same room.

soon, however, she began to reason with herself, and try to be feeling less.

eight years, almost eight years had passed, since all had been given up.

how absurd to be resuming the agitation which such an interval had banished into distance and indistinctness! what might not eight years do? events of every description, changes, alienations, removals-all, all must be comprised in it, and oblivion of the past-how natural, how certain too! it included nearly a third part of her own life.

alas! with all her reasoning, she found, that to retentive feelings eight years may be little more than nothing.

now, how were his sentiments to be read? was this like wishing to avoid her? and the next moment she was hating herself for the folly which asked the question.

on one other question which perhaps her utmost wisdom might not have prevented, she was soon spared all suspense; for, after the miss musgroves had returned and finished their visit at the cottage she had this spontaneous information from mary: -"captain wentworth is not very gallant by you, anne, though he was so attentive to me. henrietta asked him what he thought of you, when they went away, and he said, `you were so altered he should not have known you again.'"

mary had no feelings to make her respect her sister's in a common way, but she was perfectly unsuspicious of being inflicting any peculiar wound.

"altered beyond his knowledge." anne fully submitted, in silent, deep mortification. doubtless it was so, and she could take no revenge, for he was not altered, or not for the worse. she had already acknowledged it to herself, and she could not think differently, let him think of her as he would. no: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages.

she had seen the same frederick wentworth.

"so altered that he should not have known her again!" these were words which could not but dwell with her. yet she soon began to rejoice that she had heard them. they were of sobering tendency; they allayed agitation; they composed, and consequently must make her happier.

frederick wentworth had used such words, or something like them, but without an idea that they would be carried round to her.

he had thought her wretchedly altered, and in the first moment of appeal, had spoken as he felt. he had not forgiven anne elliot.

she had used him ill, deserted and disappointed him; and worse, she had shewn a feebleness of character in doing so, which his own decided, confident temper could not endure. she had given him up to oblige others.

it had been the effect of over-persuasion. it had been weakness and timidity.

he had been most warmly attached to her, and had never seen a woman since whom he thought her equal; but, except from some natural sensation of curiosity, he had no desire of meeting her again. her power with him was gone for ever.

it was now his object to marry. he was rich, and being turned on shore, fully intended to settle as soon as he could be properly tempted; actually looking round, ready to fall in love with all the speed which a clear head and a quick taste could allow. he had a heart for either of the miss musgroves, if they could catch it; a heart, in short, for any pleasing young woman who came in his way, excepting anne elliot. this was his only secret exception, when he said to his sister, in answer to her suppositions:-"yes, here i am, sophia, quite ready to make a foolish match.

anybody between fifteen and thirty may have me for asking.

a little beauty, and a few smiles, and a few compliments to the navy, and i am a lost man. should not this be enough for a sailor, who has had no society among women to make him nice?"

he said it, she knew, to be contradicted. his bright proud eye spoke the conviction that he was nice; and anne elliot was not out of his thoughts, when he more seriously described the woman he should wish to meet with. "a strong mind, with sweetness of manner," made the first and the last of the description.

"that is the woman i want," said he. "something a little inferior i shall of course put up with, but it must not be much. if i am a fool, i shall be a fool indeed, for i have thought on the subject more than most men."

chapter 8

from this time captain wentworth and anne elliot were repeatedly in the same circle. they were soon dining in company together at mr musgrove's, for the little boy's state could no longer supply his aunt with a pretence for absenting herself; and this was but the beginning of other dinings and other meetings.

whether former feelings were to be renewed must be brought to the proof; former times must undoubtedly be brought to the recollection of each; they could not but be reverted to; the year of their engagement could not but be named by him, in the little narratives or descriptions which conversation called forth. his profession qualified him, his disposition lead him, to talk; and "that was in the year six;"

"that happened before i went to sea in the year six," occurred in the course of the first evening they spent together: and though his voice did not falter, and though she had no reason to suppose his eye wandering towards her while he spoke, anne felt the utter impossibility, from her knowledge of his mind, that he could be unvisited by remembrance any more than herself.

there must be the same immediate association of thought, though she was very far from conceiving it to be of equal pain.

they had no conversation together, no intercourse but what the commonest civility required. once so much to each other!

now nothing! there had been a time, when of all the large party now filling the drawing-room at uppercross, they would have found it most difficult to cease to speak to one another. with the exception, perhaps, of admiral and mrs croft, who seemed particularly attached and happy, (anne could allow no other exceptions even among the married couples), there could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved.

now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. it was a perpetual estrangement.

when he talked, she heard the same voice, and discerned the same mind.

there was a very general ignorance of all naval matters throughout the party; and he was very much questioned, and especially by the two miss musgroves, who seemed hardly to have any eyes but for him, as to the manner of living on board, daily regulations, food, hours, amp;c., and their surprise at his accounts, at learning the degree of accommodation and arrangement which was practicable, drew from him some pleasant ridicule, which reminded anne of the early days when she too had been ignorant, and she too had been accused of supposing sailors to be living on board without anything to eat, or any cook to dress it if there were, or any servant to wait, or any knife and fork to use.

from thus listening and thinking, she was roused by a whisper of mrs musgrove's who, overcome by fond regrets, could not help saying-"ah! miss anne, if it had pleased heaven to spare my poor son, i dare say he would have been just such another by this time."

anne suppressed a smile, and listened kindly, while mrs musgrove relieved her heart a little more; and for a few minutes, therefore, could not keep pace with the conversation of the others.

when she could let her attention take its natural course again, she found the miss musgroves just fetching the navy list (their own navy list, the first that had ever been at uppercross), and sitting down together to pore over it, with the professed view of finding out the ships that captain wentworth had commanded.

"your first was the asp, i remember; we will look for the asp."

"you will not find her there. quite worn out and broken up.

i was the last man who commanded her. hardly fit for service then.

reported fit for home service for a year or two, and so i was sent off to the west indies."

the girls looked all amazement.

"the admiralty," he continued, "entertain themselves now and then, with sending a few hundred men to sea, in a ship not fit to be employed.

but they have a great many to provide for; and among the thousands that may just as well go to the bottom as not, it is impossible for them to distinguish the very set who may be least missed."

"phoo! phoo!" cried the admiral, "what stuff these young fellows talk!

never was a better sloop than the asp in her day. for an old built sloop, you would not see her equal. lucky fellow to get her! he knows there must have been twenty better men than himself applying for her at the same time. lucky fellow to get anything so soon, with no more interest than his."

"i felt my luck, admiral, i assure you;" replied captain wentworth, seriously. "i was as well satisfied with my appointment as you can desire.

it was a great object with me at that time to be at sea; a very great object, i wanted to be doing something."

"to be sure you did. what should a young fellow like you do ashore for half a year together? if a man had not a wife, he soon wants to be afloat again."

"but, captain wentworth," cried louisa, "how vexed you must have been when you came to the asp, to see what an old thing they had given you."

"i knew pretty well what she was before that day;" said he, smiling.

"i had no more discoveries to make than you would have as to the fashion and strength of any old pelisse, which you had seen lent about among half your acquaintance ever since you could remember, and which at last, on some very wet day, is lent to yourself.

ah! she was a dear old asp to me. she did all that i wanted.

i knew she would. i knew that we should either go to the bottom together, or that she would be the making of me; and i never had two days of foul weather all the time i was at sea in her; and after taking privateers enough to be very entertaining, i had the good luck in my passage home the next autumn, to fall in with the very french frigate i wanted. i brought her into plymouth; and here another instance of luck.

we had not been six hours in the sound, when a gale came on, which lasted four days and nights, and which would have done for poor old asp in half the time; our touch with the great nation not having much improved our condition. four-and-twenty hours later, and i should only have been a gallant captain wentworth, in a small paragraph at one corner of the newspapers; and being lost in only a sloop, nobody would have thought about me." anne's shudderings were to herself alone; but the miss musgroves could be as open as they were sincere, in their exclamations of pity and horror.

"and so then, i suppose," said mrs musgrove, in a low voice, as if thinking aloud, "so then he went away to the laconia, and there he met with our poor boy. charles, my dear," (beckoning him to her),

"do ask captain wentworth where it was he first met with your poor brother.

i always forgot."

"it was at gibraltar, mother, i know. dick had been left ill at gibraltar, with a recommendation from his former captain to captain wentworth."

"oh! but, charles, tell captain wentworth, he need not be afraid of mentioning poor dick before me, for it would be rather a pleasure to hear him talked of by such a good friend."

charles, being somewhat more mindful of the probabilities of the case, only nodded in reply, and walked away.

the girls were now hunting for the laconia; and captain wentworth could not deny himself the pleasure of taking the precious volume into his own hands to save them the trouble, and once more read aloud the little statement of her name and rate, and present non-commissioned class, observing over it that she too had been one of the best friends man ever had.

"ah! those were pleasant days when i had the laconia! how fast i made money in her. a friend of mine and i had such a lovely cruise together off the western islands. poor harville, sister!

you know how much he wanted money: worse than myself. he had a wife.

excellent fellow. i shall never forget his happiness. he felt it all, so much for her sake. i wished for him again the next summer, when i had still the same luck in the mediterranean."

"and i am sure, sir." said mrs musgrove, "it was a lucky day for us, when you were put captain into that ship. we shall never forget what you did."

her feelings made her speak low; and captain wentworth, hearing only in part, and probably not having dick musgrove at all near his thoughts, looked rather in suspense, and as if waiting for more.

"my brother," whispered one of the girls; "mamma is thinking of poor richard."

"poor dear fellow!" continued mrs musgrove; "he was grown so steady, and such an excellent correspondent, while he was under your care!

ah! it would have been a happy thing, if he had never left you.

i assure you, captain wentworth, we are very sorry he ever left you."

there was a momentary expression in captain wentworth's face at this speech, a certain glance of his bright eye, and curl of his handsome mouth, which convinced anne, that instead of sharing in mrs musgrove's kind wishes, as to her son, he had probably been at some pains to get rid of him; but it was too transient an indulgence of self-amusement to be detected by any who understood him less than herself; in another moment he was perfectly collected and serious, and almost instantly afterwards coming up to the sofa, on which she and mrs musgrove were sitting, took a place by the latter, and entered into conversation with her, in a low voice, about her son, doing it with so much sympathy and natural grace, as shewed the kindest consideration for all that was real and unabsurd in the parent's feelings.