My dear Fanny-Excuse me that I have not written before.Crawford told me that you were wishing to hear from me,but I found it impossible to write from London,and persuaded myself that you would understand my silence.-Could I have sent a few happy lines,they should not have been wanting,but nothing of that nature was ever in my power.-I am returned to Mansfield in a less assured state than when I left it.My hopes are much weaker.-You are probably aware of this already.-So very fond of you as Miss Crawford is,it is most natural that she should tell you enough of her own feelings,to furnish a tolerable guess at mine.-I will not be prevented,however,from making my own communication.Our confidences in you need not clash.-I ask no questions.-There is something soothing in the idea,that we have the same friend,and that whatever unhappy differences of opinion may exist between us,we are united in our love of you.-It will be a comfort to me to tell you how things now are,and what are my present plans,if plans I can be said to have.-I have been returned since Saturday.I was three weeks in London,and saw her (for London)very often.I had every attention from the Frasers that could be reasonably expected.I dare say I was not reasonable in carrying with me hopes of an intercourse at all like that of Mansfield.It was her manner,however,rather than any unfrequency of meeting.Had she been different when I did see her,I should have made no complaint,but from the very first she was altered;my first reception was so unlike what I had hoped,that I had almost resolved on leaving London again directly.-I need not particularise.You know the weak side of her character,and may imagine the sentiments and expressions which were torturing me.She was in high spirits,and surrounded by those who were giving all the support of their own bad sense to her too lively mind.I do not like Mrs Fraser.She is a cold-hearted,vain woman,who has married entirely from convenience,and though evidently unhappy in her marriage,places her disappointment,not to faults of judgment or temper,or disproportion of age,but to her being after all,less affluent than many of her acquaintance,especially than her sister,Lady Stornaway,and is the determined supporter of everything mercenary and ambitious,provided it be only mercenary and ambitious enough.I look upon her intimacy with those two sisters,as the greatest misfortune of her life and mine.They have been leading her astray for years.Could she be detached from them-and sometimes I do not despair of it,for the affection appears-to me principally on their side.They are very fond of her;but I am sure she does not love them as she loves you.When I think of her great attachment to you,indeed,and the whole of her judicious,upright conduct as a sister,she appears a very different creature,capable of everything noble,and I am ready to blame myself for a too harsh construction of a playful manner.I cannot give her up,Fanny.She is the only woman in the world whom I could ever think of as a wife.If I did not believe that she had some regard for me,of course I should not say this,but I do believe it.I am convinced,that she is not without a decided preference.I have no jealousy of any individual.It is the influence of the fashionable world altogether that I am jealous of.It is the habits of wealth that I fear.Her ideas are not higher than her own fortune may warrant,but they are beyond what our incomes united could authorise.There is comfort,however,even here.I could better bear to lose her,because not rich enough,than because of my profession.That would only prove her affection not equal to sacrifices,which,in fact,I am scarcely justified in asking;and if I am refused,that,I think,will be the honest motive.Her prejudices,I trust,are not so strong as they were.You have my thoughts exactly as they arise,my dear Fanny;perhaps they are some times contradictory,but it will not be a less faithful picture of my mind.Having once begun,it is a pleasure to me to tell you all I feel.I cannot give her up.Connected,as we already are,and,I hope,are to be,to give up Mary Crawford,would be to give up the society of some of those most dear to me,to banish myself from the very houses and friends whom,under any other distress,I should turn to for consolation.The loss of Mary I must consider as comprehending the loss of Crawford and of Fanny.Were it a decided thing,an actual refusal,I hope I should know how to bear it,and how to endeavour to weaken her hold on my heart-and in the course of a few years-but I am writing nonsense-were I refused,I must bear it;and till I am,I can never cease to try for her.This is the truth.The only question is how?What may be the likeliest means?I have sometimes thought of going to London again after Easter,and sometimes resolved on doing nothing till she returns to Mansfield.Even now,she speaks with pleasure of being in Mansfield in June;but June is at a great distance,and I believe I shall write to her.I have nearly determined on explaining myself by letter.To be at an early certainty is a material object.My present state is miserably irksome.Considering everything,I think a letter will be decidedly the best method of explanation.I shall be able to write much that I could not say,and shall be giving her time for reflection before she resolves on her answer,and I am less afraid of the result of reflection than of an immediate hasty impulse;I think I am.My greatest danger would lie in her consulting Mrs Fraser,and I at a distance,unable to help my own cause.A letter exposes to all the evil of consultation,and where the mind is any thing short of perfect decision,an adviser may,in an unlucky moment,lead it to do what it may afterwards regret.I must think this matter over a little.This long letter,full of my own concerns alone,will be enough to tire even the friendship of a Fanny.The last time I saw Crawford was at Mrs Fraser's party.I am more and more satisfied with all that I see and hear of him.There is not a shadow of wavering.He thoroughly knows his own mind,and acts up to his resolutions-an inestimable quality.I could not see him,and my eldest sister in the same room,without recollecting what you once told me,and I acknowledge that they did not meet as friends.There was marked coolness on her side.They scarcely spoke.I saw him draw back surprised,and I was sorry that Mrs Rushworth should resent any former supposed slight to Miss Bertram.You will wish to hear my opinion of Maria's degree of comfort as a wife.There is no appearance of unhappiness.I hope they get on pretty well together.I dined twice in Wimpole Street,and might have been there oftener,but it is mortifying to be with Rushworth as a brother.Julia seems to enjoy London exceedingly.I had little enjoyment there-but have less here.We are not a lively party.You are very much wanted.I miss you more than I can express.My mother desires her best love,and hopes to hear from you soon.She talks of you almost every hour,and I am sorry to find how many weeks more she is likely to be without you.My Father means to fetch you himself,but it will not be till after Easter,when he has business in town.You are happy at Portsmouth,I hope,but this must not be a yearly visit.I want you at home,that I may have your opinion about Thornton Lacey.I have little heart for extensive improvements till I know that it will ever have a mistress.I think I shall certainly write.It is quite settled that the Grants go to Bath;they leave Mansfield on Monday.I am glad of it.I am not comfortable enough to be fit for anybody;but your aunt seems to feel out of luck that such an article of Mansfield news should fall to my pen instead of hers.
