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Elinor
’
s
satisfaction
,
at
the
moment
of
removal
,
was
more
positive
.
She
had
no
such
object
for
her
lingering
thoughts
to
fix
on
,
she
left
no
creature
behind
,
from
whom
it
would
give
her
a
moment
’
s
regret
to
be
divided
for
ever
,
she
was
pleased
to
be
free
herself
from
the
persecution
of
Lucy
’
s
friendship
,
she
was
grateful
for
bringing
her
sister
away
unseen
by
Willoughby
since
his
marriage
,
and
she
looked
forward
with
hope
to
what
a
few
months
of
tranquility
at
Barton
might
do
towards
restoring
Marianne
’
s
peace
of
mind
,
and
confirming
her
own
.
Their
journey
was
safely
performed
.
The
second
day
brought
them
into
the
cherished
,
or
the
prohibited
,
county
of
Somerset
,
for
as
such
was
it
dwelt
on
by
turns
in
Marianne
’
s
imagination
;
and
in
the
forenoon
of
the
third
they
drove
up
to
Cleveland
.
Cleveland
was
a
spacious
,
modern
-
built
house
,
situated
on
a
sloping
lawn
.
It
had
no
park
,
but
the
pleasure
-
grounds
were
tolerably
extensive
;
and
like
every
other
place
of
the
same
degree
of
importance
,
it
had
its
open
shrubbery
,
and
closer
wood
walk
,
a
road
of
smooth
gravel
winding
round
a
plantation
,
led
to
the
front
,
the
lawn
was
dotted
over
with
timber
,
the
house
itself
was
under
the
guardianship
of
the
fir
,
the
mountain
-
ash
,
and
the
acacia
,
and
a
thick
screen
of
them
altogether
,
interspersed
with
tall
Lombardy
poplars
,
shut
out
the
offices
.
Marianne
entered
the
house
with
a
heart
swelling
with
emotion
from
the
consciousness
of
being
only
eighty
miles
from
Barton
,
and
not
thirty
from
Combe
Magna
;
and
before
she
had
been
five
minutes
within
its
walls
,
while
the
others
were
busily
helping
Charlotte
to
show
her
child
to
the
housekeeper
,
she
quitted
it
again
,
stealing
away
through
the
winding
shrubberies
,
now
just
beginning
to
be
in
beauty
,
to
gain
a
distant
eminence
;
where
,
from
its
Grecian
temple
,
her
eye
,
wandering
over
a
wide
tract
of
country
to
the
south
-
east
,
could
fondly
rest
on
the
farthest
ridge
of
hills
in
the
horizon
,
and
fancy
that
from
their
summits
Combe
Magna
might
be
seen
.
In
such
moments
of
precious
,
invaluable
misery
,
she
rejoiced
in
tears
of
agony
to
be
at
Cleveland
;
and
as
she
returned
by
a
different
circuit
to
the
house
,
feeling
all
the
happy
privilege
of
country
liberty
,
of
wandering
from
place
to
place
in
free
and
luxurious
solitude
,
she
resolved
to
spend
almost
every
hour
of
every
day
while
she
remained
with
the
Palmers
,
in
the
indulgence
of
such
solitary
rambles
.
She
returned
just
in
time
to
join
the
others
as
they
quitted
the
house
,
on
an
excursion
through
its
more
immediate
premises
;
and
the
rest
of
the
morning
was
easily
whiled
away
,
in
lounging
round
the
kitchen
garden
,
examining
the
bloom
upon
its
walls
,
and
listening
to
the
gardener
’
s
lamentations
upon
blights
,
in
dawdling
through
the
green
-
house
,
where
the
loss
of
her
favourite
plants
,
unwarily
exposed
,
and
nipped
by
the
lingering
frost
,
raised
the
laughter
of
Charlotte
,
—
and
in
visiting
her
poultry
-
yard
,
where
,
in
the
disappointed
hopes
of
her
dairy
-
maid
,
by
hens
forsaking
their
nests
,
or
being
stolen
by
a
fox
,
or
in
the
rapid
decrease
of
a
promising
young
brood
,
she
found
fresh
sources
of
merriment
.
The
morning
was
fine
and
dry
,
and
Marianne
,
in
her
plan
of
employment
abroad
,
had
not
calculated
for
any
change
of
weather
during
their
stay
at
Cleveland
.
With
great
surprise
therefore
,
did
she
find
herself
prevented
by
a
settled
rain
from
going
out
again
after
dinner
.
She
had
depended
on
a
twilight
walk
to
the
Grecian
temple
,
and
perhaps
all
over
the
grounds
,
and
an
evening
merely
cold
or
damp
would
not
have
deterred
her
from
it
;
but
a
heavy
and
settled
rain
even
SHE
could
not
fancy
dry
or
pleasant
weather
for
walking
.
Their
party
was
small
,
and
the
hours
passed
quietly
away
.
Mrs
.
Palmer
had
her
child
,
and
Mrs
.
Jennings
her
carpet
-
work
;
they
talked
of
the
friends
they
had
left
behind
,
arranged
Lady
Middleton
’
s
engagements
,
and
wondered
whether
Mr
.
Palmer
and
Colonel
Brandon
would
get
farther
than
Reading
that
night
.
Elinor
,
however
little
concerned
in
it
,
joined
in
their
discourse
;
and
Marianne
,
who
had
the
knack
of
finding
her
way
in
every
house
to
the
library
,
however
it
might
be
avoided
by
the
family
in
general
,
soon
procured
herself
a
book
.
