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Edward
’
s
embarrassment
lasted
some
time
,
and
it
ended
in
an
absence
of
mind
still
more
settled
.
He
was
particularly
grave
the
whole
morning
.
Marianne
severely
censured
herself
for
what
she
had
said
;
but
her
own
forgiveness
might
have
been
more
speedy
,
had
she
known
how
little
offence
it
had
given
her
sister
.
Before
the
middle
of
the
day
,
they
were
visited
by
Sir
John
and
Mrs
.
Jennings
,
who
,
having
heard
of
the
arrival
of
a
gentleman
at
the
cottage
,
came
to
take
a
survey
of
the
guest
.
With
the
assistance
of
his
mother
-
in
-
law
,
Sir
John
was
not
long
in
discovering
that
the
name
of
Ferrars
began
with
an
F
.
and
this
prepared
a
future
mine
of
raillery
against
the
devoted
Elinor
,
which
nothing
but
the
newness
of
their
acquaintance
with
Edward
could
have
prevented
from
being
immediately
sprung
.
But
,
as
it
was
,
she
only
learned
,
from
some
very
significant
looks
,
how
far
their
penetration
,
founded
on
Margaret
’
s
instructions
,
extended
.
Sir
John
never
came
to
the
Dashwoods
without
either
inviting
them
to
dine
at
the
park
the
next
day
,
or
to
drink
tea
with
them
that
evening
.
On
the
present
occasion
,
for
the
better
entertainment
of
their
visitor
,
towards
whose
amusement
he
felt
himself
bound
to
contribute
,
he
wished
to
engage
them
for
both
.
"
You
MUST
drink
tea
with
us
to
night
,
"
said
he
,
"
for
we
shall
be
quite
alone
—
and
tomorrow
you
must
absolutely
dine
with
us
,
for
we
shall
be
a
large
party
.
"
Mrs
.
Jennings
enforced
the
necessity
.
"
And
who
knows
but
you
may
raise
a
dance
,
"
said
she
.
"
And
that
will
tempt
YOU
,
Miss
Marianne
.
"
"
A
dance
!
"
cried
Marianne
.
"
Impossible
!
Who
is
to
dance
?
"
"
Who
!
why
yourselves
,
and
the
Careys
,
and
Whitakers
to
be
sure
.
—
What
!
you
thought
nobody
could
dance
because
a
certain
person
that
shall
be
nameless
is
gone
!
"
"
I
wish
with
all
my
soul
,
"
cried
Sir
John
,
"
that
Willoughby
were
among
us
again
.
"
This
,
and
Marianne
’
s
blushing
,
gave
new
suspicions
to
Edward
"
And
who
is
Willoughby
?
"
said
he
,
in
a
low
voice
,
to
Miss
Dashwood
,
by
whom
he
was
sitting
.
