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She
continued
by
the
side
of
her
sister
,
with
little
intermission
the
whole
afternoon
,
calming
every
fear
,
satisfying
every
inquiry
of
her
enfeebled
spirits
,
supplying
every
succour
,
and
watching
almost
every
look
and
every
breath
.
The
possibility
of
a
relapse
would
of
course
,
in
some
moments
,
occur
to
remind
her
of
what
anxiety
was
—
but
when
she
saw
,
on
her
frequent
and
minute
examination
,
that
every
symptom
of
recovery
continued
,
and
saw
Marianne
at
six
o
’
clock
sink
into
a
quiet
,
steady
,
and
to
all
appearance
comfortable
,
sleep
,
she
silenced
every
doubt
.
The
time
was
now
drawing
on
,
when
Colonel
Brandon
might
be
expected
back
.
At
ten
o
’
clock
,
she
trusted
,
or
at
least
not
much
later
her
mother
would
be
relieved
from
the
dreadful
suspense
in
which
she
must
now
be
travelling
towards
them
.
The
Colonel
,
too
!
—
perhaps
scarcely
less
an
object
of
pity
!
—
Oh
!
—
how
slow
was
the
progress
of
time
which
yet
kept
them
in
ignorance
!
At
seven
o
’
clock
,
leaving
Marianne
still
sweetly
asleep
,
she
joined
Mrs
.
Jennings
in
the
drawing
-
room
to
tea
.
Of
breakfast
she
had
been
kept
by
her
fears
,
and
of
dinner
by
their
sudden
reverse
,
from
eating
much
;
—
and
the
present
refreshment
,
therefore
,
with
such
feelings
of
content
as
she
brought
to
it
,
was
particularly
welcome
.
Mrs
.
Jennings
would
have
persuaded
her
,
at
its
conclusion
,
to
take
some
rest
before
her
mother
’
s
arrival
,
and
allow
HER
to
take
her
place
by
Marianne
;
but
Elinor
had
no
sense
of
fatigue
,
no
capability
of
sleep
at
that
moment
about
her
,
and
she
was
not
to
be
kept
away
from
her
sister
an
unnecessary
instant
.
Mrs
.
Jennings
therefore
attending
her
up
stairs
into
the
sick
chamber
,
to
satisfy
herself
that
all
continued
right
,
left
her
there
again
to
her
charge
and
her
thoughts
,
and
retired
to
her
own
room
to
write
letters
and
sleep
.
The
night
was
cold
and
stormy
The
wind
roared
round
the
house
,
and
the
rain
beat
against
the
windows
;
but
Elinor
,
all
happiness
within
,
regarded
it
not
.
Marianne
slept
through
every
blast
;
and
the
travellers
—
they
had
a
rich
reward
in
store
,
for
every
present
inconvenience
.
The
clock
struck
eight
.
Had
it
been
ten
,
Elinor
would
have
been
convinced
that
at
that
moment
she
heard
a
carriage
driving
up
to
the
house
;
and
so
strong
was
the
persuasion
that
she
DID
,
in
spite
of
the
ALMOST
impossibility
of
their
being
already
come
,
that
she
moved
into
the
adjoining
dressing
-
closet
and
opened
a
window
shutter
,
to
be
satisfied
of
the
truth
.
She
instantly
saw
that
her
ears
had
not
deceived
her
.
The
flaring
lamps
of
a
carriage
were
immediately
in
view
.
By
their
uncertain
light
she
thought
she
could
discern
it
to
be
drawn
by
four
horses
;
and
this
,
while
it
told
the
excess
of
her
poor
mother
’
s
alarm
,
gave
some
explanation
to
such
unexpected
rapidity
.
Never
in
her
life
had
Elinor
found
it
so
difficult
to
be
calm
,
as
at
that
moment
.
The
knowledge
of
what
her
mother
must
be
feeling
as
the
carriage
stopt
at
the
door
—
of
her
doubt
—
her
dread
—
perhaps
her
despair
!
—
and
of
what
SHE
had
to
tell
!
—
with
such
knowledge
it
was
impossible
to
be
calm
.
All
that
remained
to
be
done
was
to
be
speedy
;
and
,
therefore
staying
only
till
she
could
leave
Mrs
.
Jennings
’
s
maid
with
her
sister
,
she
hurried
down
stairs
.
The
bustle
in
the
vestibule
,
as
she
passed
along
an
inner
lobby
,
assured
her
that
they
were
already
in
the
house
.
She
rushed
to
the
drawing
-
room
,
—
she
entered
it
,
—
and
saw
only
Willoughby
.
Elinor
,
starting
back
with
a
look
of
horror
at
the
sight
of
him
,
obeyed
the
first
impulse
of
her
heart
in
turning
instantly
to
quit
the
room
,
and
her
hand
was
already
on
the
lock
,
when
its
action
was
suspended
by
his
hastily
advancing
,
and
saying
,
in
a
voice
rather
of
command
than
supplication
,
