‘Yes,sir,’was Fanny's humble answer,given with the feelings almost of a criminal towards Mrs Norris;and not bearing to remain with her in what might seem a state of triumph,she followed her uncle out of the room,having stayed behind him only long enough to hear these words spoken in angry agitation:
‘Quite unnecessary!-A great deal too kind!But Edmund goes;-true-it is upon Edmund's account.I observed he was hoarse on Thursday night.’
But this could not impose on Fanny.She felt that the carriage was for herself and herself alone;and her uncle's consideration of her,coming immediately after such representations from her aunt,cost her some tears of gratitude when she was alone.
The coachman drove round to a minute;another minute brought down the gentleman;and as the lady had,with a most scrupulous fear of being late,been many minutes seated in the drawing-room,Sir Thomas saw them off in as good time as his own correctly punctual habits required.
‘Now I must look at you,Fanny,’said Edmund,with the kind smile of an affectionate brother,‘and tell you how I like you;and as well as I can judge by this light,you look very nicely indeed.What have you got on?’
‘The new dress that my uncle was so good as to give me on my cousin's marriage.I hope it is not too fine;but I thought I ought to wear it as soon as I could,and that I might not have such another opportunity all the winter.I hope you do not think me too fine.’
‘A woman can never be too fine while she is all in white.No,I see no finery about you;nothing but what is perfectly proper.Your gown seems very pretty.I like these glossy spots.Has not Miss Crawford a gown something the same?’
In approaching the Parsonage they passed close by the stable yard and coach house.-
‘Hey day!’said Edmund,‘here's company,here's a carriage!Who have they got to meet us?’And letting down the side-glass to distinguish,‘'Tis Crawford's,Crawford's barouche,I protest!There are his own two men pushing it back into its old quarters.He is here of course.This is quite a surprise,Fanny.I shall be very glad to see him.’
There was no occasion,there was no time for Fanny to say how very differently she felt;but the idea of having such another to observe her,was a great increase of the trepidation with which she performed the very awful ceremony of walking into the drawing-room.
In the drawing-room Mr Crawford certainly was;having been just long enough arrived to be ready for dinner;and the smiles and pleased looks of the three others standing round him,showed how welcome was his sudden resolution of coming to them for a few days on leaving Bath.A very cordial meeting passed between him and Edmund;and with the exception of Fanny,the pleasure was general;and even to her,there might be some advantage in his presence,since every addition to the party must rather forward her favourite indulgence of being suffered to sit silent and unattended to.She was soon aware of this herself;for though she must submit,as her own propriety of mind directed,in spite of her aunt Norris's opinion,to being the principal lady in company,and to all the little distinctions consequent thereon,she found,while they were at table,such a happy flow of conversation prevailing in which she was not required to take any part-there was so much to be said between the brother and sister about Bath,so much between the two young men about hunting,so much of politics between Mr Crawford and Dr Grant,and of everything,and all together between Mr Crawford and Mrs Grant,as to leave her the fairest prospect of having only to listen in quiet,and of passing a very agreeable day.She could not compliment the newly arrived gentleman however with any appearance of interest in a scheme for extending his stay at Mansfield,and sending for his hunters from Norfolk,which,suggested by Dr Grant,advised by Edmund,and warmly urged by the two sisters,was soon in possession of his mind,and which he seemed to want to be encouraged even by her to resolve on.Her opinion was sought as to the probable continuance of the open weather,but her answers were as short and indifferent as civility allowed.She could not wish him to stay,and would much rather not have him speak to her.
Her two absent cousins,especially Maria,were much in her thoughts on seeing him;but no embarrassing remembrance affected his spirits.Here he was again on the same ground where all had passed before,and apparently as willing to stay and be happy without the Miss Bertrams,as if he had never known Mansfield in any other state.She heard them spoken of by him only in a general way,till they were all re-assembled in the drawing-room,when Edmund,being engaged apart in some matter of business with Dr Grant,which seemed entirely to engross them,and Mrs Grant occupied at the tea table,he began talking of them with more particularity to his other sister.With a significant smile,which made Fanny quite hate him,he said,‘So!Rushworth and his fair bride are at Brighton,I understand-Happy man!’
‘Yes,they have been there-about a fortnight,Miss Price,have they not?-And Julia is with them.’
‘And Mr Yates,I presume,is not far off.’
‘Mr Yates!-Oh we hear nothing of Mr Yates.I do not imagine he figures much in the letters to Mansfield Park,do you,Miss Price?-I think my friend Julia knows better than to entertain her father with Mr Yates.’