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"
I
suspect
,
"
said
Elinor
,
"
that
to
avoid
one
kind
of
affectation
,
Edward
here
falls
into
another
.
Because
he
believes
many
people
pretend
to
more
admiration
of
the
beauties
of
nature
than
they
really
feel
,
and
is
disgusted
with
such
pretensions
,
he
affects
greater
indifference
and
less
discrimination
in
viewing
them
himself
than
he
possesses
.
He
is
fastidious
and
will
have
an
affectation
of
his
own
.
"
"
It
is
very
true
,
"
said
Marianne
,
"
that
admiration
of
landscape
scenery
is
become
a
mere
jargon
.
Every
body
pretends
to
feel
and
tries
to
describe
with
the
taste
and
elegance
of
him
who
first
defined
what
picturesque
beauty
was
.
I
detest
jargon
of
every
kind
,
and
sometimes
I
have
kept
my
feelings
to
myself
,
because
I
could
find
no
language
to
describe
them
in
but
what
was
worn
and
hackneyed
out
of
all
sense
and
meaning
.
"
"
I
am
convinced
,
"
said
Edward
,
"
that
you
really
feel
all
the
delight
in
a
fine
prospect
which
you
profess
to
feel
.
But
,
in
return
,
your
sister
must
allow
me
to
feel
no
more
than
I
profess
.
I
like
a
fine
prospect
,
but
not
on
picturesque
principles
.
I
do
not
like
crooked
,
twisted
,
blasted
trees
.
I
admire
them
much
more
if
they
are
tall
,
straight
,
and
flourishing
.
I
do
not
like
ruined
,
tattered
cottages
.
I
am
not
fond
of
nettles
or
thistles
,
or
heath
blossoms
.
I
have
more
pleasure
in
a
snug
farm
-
house
than
a
watch
-
tower
—
and
a
troop
of
tidy
,
happy
villages
please
me
better
than
the
finest
banditti
in
the
world
.
"
Marianne
looked
with
amazement
at
Edward
,
with
compassion
at
her
sister
.
Elinor
only
laughed
.
The
subject
was
continued
no
farther
;
and
Marianne
remained
thoughtfully
silent
,
till
a
new
object
suddenly
engaged
her
attention
.
She
was
sitting
by
Edward
,
and
in
taking
his
tea
from
Mrs
.
Dashwood
,
his
hand
passed
so
directly
before
her
,
as
to
make
a
ring
,
with
a
plait
of
hair
in
the
centre
,
very
conspicuous
on
one
of
his
fingers
.
"
I
never
saw
you
wear
a
ring
before
,
Edward
,
"
she
cried
.
"
Is
that
Fanny
’
s
hair
?
I
remember
her
promising
to
give
you
some
.
But
I
should
have
thought
her
hair
had
been
darker
.
"
Marianne
spoke
inconsiderately
what
she
really
felt
—
but
when
she
saw
how
much
she
had
pained
Edward
,
her
own
vexation
at
her
want
of
thought
could
not
be
surpassed
by
his
.
He
coloured
very
deeply
,
and
giving
a
momentary
glance
at
Elinor
,
replied
,
"
Yes
;
it
is
my
sister
’
s
hair
.
The
setting
always
casts
a
different
shade
on
it
,
you
know
.
"
Elinor
had
met
his
eye
,
and
looked
conscious
likewise
.
That
the
hair
was
her
own
,
she
instantaneously
felt
as
well
satisfied
as
Marianne
;
the
only
difference
in
their
conclusions
was
,
that
what
Marianne
considered
as
a
free
gift
from
her
sister
,
Elinor
was
conscious
must
have
been
procured
by
some
theft
or
contrivance
unknown
to
herself
.
She
was
not
in
a
humour
,
however
,
to
regard
it
as
an
affront
,
and
affecting
to
take
no
notice
of
what
passed
,
by
instantly
talking
of
something
else
,
she
internally
resolved
henceforward
to
catch
every
opportunity
of
eyeing
the
hair
and
of
satisfying
herself
,
beyond
all
doubt
,
that
it
was
exactly
the
shade
of
her
own
.
