Another moment,and Fanny was in the narrow entrance passage of the house,and in her mother's arms,who met her there with looks of true kindness,and with features which Fanny loved the more,because they brought her aunt Bertram's before her;and there were her two sisters,Susan,a well-grown fine girl of fourteen,and Betsey,the youngest of the family,about five-both glad to see her in their way,though with no advantage of manner in receiving her.But manner Fanny did not want.Would they but love her,she should be satisfied.
She was then taken into a parlour,so small that her first conviction was of its being only a passage-room to something better,and she stood for a moment expecting to be invited on;but when she saw there was no other door,and that there were signs of habitation before her,she called back her thoughts,reproved herself,and grieved lest they should have been suspected.Her mother,however,could not stay long enough to suspect any thing.She was gone again to the street door,to welcome William.‘Oh my dear William,how glad I am to see you.But have you heard about the Thrush?She is gone out of harbour already,three days before we had any thought of it;and I do not know what I am to do about Sam's things,they will never be ready in time;for she may have her orders tomorrow,perhaps.It takes me quite unawares.And now you must be off for Spithead too.Campbell has been here,quite in a worry about you;and now,what shall we do?I thought to have had such a comfortable evening with you,and here everything comes upon me at once.’
Her son answered cheerfully,telling her that everything was always for the best;and making light of his own inconvenience,in being obliged to hurry away so soon.
‘To be sure,I had much rather she had stayed in harbour,that I might have sat a few hours with you in comfort;but as there is a boat ashore,I had better go off at
once,and there is no help for it.Whereabouts does the Thrush lay at Spithead?Near the Canopus?But no matter-here's Fanny in the parlour,and why should we stay in the passage?-Come,mother,you have hardly looked at your own dear Fanny yet.’
In they both came,and Mrs Price having kindly kissed her daughter again,and commented a little on her growth,began with very natural solicitude to feel for their fatigues and wants as travellers.
‘Poor dears!How tired you must both be-and now what will you have?I began to think you would never come.Betsey and I have been watching for you this half hour.And when did you get anything to eat?And what would you like to have now?I could not tell whether you would be for some meat,or only a dish of tea after your journey,or else I would have got something ready.And now I am afraid Campbell will be here,before there is time to dress a steak,and we have no butcher at hand.It is very inconvenient to have no butcher in the street.We were better off in our last house.Perhaps you would like some tea,as soon as it can be got.’
They both declared they should prefer it to anything.‘Then,Betsey,my dear,run into the kitchen,and see if Rebecca has put the water on;and tell her to bring in the tea things as soon as she can.I wish we could get the bell mended-but Betsey is a very handy little messenger.’
Betsey went with alacrity；proud to show her abilities before her fine new sister.
‘Dear me!’continued the anxious mother,‘what a sad fire we have got,and I dare say you are both starved with cold.Draw your chair nearer,my dear.I cannot think what Rebecca has been about.I am sure I told her to bring some coals half an hour ago.Susan,you should have taken care of the fire.’
‘I was upstairs,mamma,moving my things;’said Susan,in a fearless,self-defending tone,which startled Fanny.‘You know you had but just settled that my sister Fanny and I should have the other room;and I could not get Rebecca to give me any help.’
Farther discussion was prevented by various bustles;first,the driver came to be paid-then there was a squabble between Sam and Rebecca,about the manner of carrying up his sister's trunk,which he would manage all his own way;and lastly in walked Mr Price himself,his own loud voice preceding him,as with something of the oath kind he kicked away his son's portmanteau,and his daughter's band-box in the passage,and called out for a candle;no candle was brought,however,and he walked into the room.
Fanny,with doubting feelings,had risen to meet him,but sank down again on finding herself undistinguished in the dusk,and unthought of.With a friendly shake of his son's hand,and an eager voice,he instantly began-‘Ha,welcome back,my boy.Glad to see you.Have you heard the news?The Thrush went out of harbour this morning.Sharp is the word,you see.By God,you are just in time.The doctor has been here enquiring for you;he has got one of the boats,and is to be off for Spithead by six,so you had better go with him.I have been to Turner's about your mess;it is all in a way to be done.I should not wonder if you had your orders tomorrow;but you cannot sail with this wind,if you are to cruise to the westward;and Captain Walsh thinks you will certainly have a cruise to the westward,with the Elephant.By God,I wish you may.But old Scholey was saying just now,that he thought you would be sent first to the Texel.Well,well,we are ready,whatever happens.But by God,you lost a fine sight by not being here in the morning to see the Thrush go out of harbour.I would not have been out of the way for a thousand pounds.Old Scholey ran in at breakfast time,to say she had slipped her moorings and was coming out.I jumped up,and made but two steps to the platform.If ever there was a perfect beauty afloat,she is one;and there she lays at Spithead,and anybody in England would take her for an eight-and-twenty.I was upon the platform two hours this afternoon,looking at her.She lays close to the Endymion,between her and the Cleopatra,just to the eastward of the sheer hulk.’