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"
Where
is
Marianne
?
Has
she
run
away
because
we
are
come
?
I
see
her
instrument
is
open
.
"
"
She
is
walking
,
I
believe
.
"
They
were
now
joined
by
Mrs
.
Jennings
,
who
had
not
patience
enough
to
wait
till
the
door
was
opened
before
she
told
HER
story
.
She
came
hallooing
to
the
window
,
"
How
do
you
do
,
my
dear
?
How
does
Mrs
.
Dashwood
do
?
And
where
are
your
sisters
?
What
!
all
alone
!
you
will
be
glad
of
a
little
company
to
sit
with
you
.
I
have
brought
my
other
son
and
daughter
to
see
you
.
Only
think
of
their
coming
so
suddenly
!
I
thought
I
heard
a
carriage
last
night
,
while
we
were
drinking
our
tea
,
but
it
never
entered
my
head
that
it
could
be
them
.
I
thought
of
nothing
but
whether
it
might
not
be
Colonel
Brandon
come
back
again
;
so
I
said
to
Sir
John
,
I
do
think
I
hear
a
carriage
;
perhaps
it
is
Colonel
Brandon
come
back
again
"
—
Elinor
was
obliged
to
turn
from
her
,
in
the
middle
of
her
story
,
to
receive
the
rest
of
the
party
;
Lady
Middleton
introduced
the
two
strangers
;
Mrs
.
Dashwood
and
Margaret
came
down
stairs
at
the
same
time
,
and
they
all
sat
down
to
look
at
one
another
,
while
Mrs
.
Jennings
continued
her
story
as
she
walked
through
the
passage
into
the
parlour
,
attended
by
Sir
John
.
Mrs
.
Palmer
was
several
years
younger
than
Lady
Middleton
,
and
totally
unlike
her
in
every
respect
.
She
was
short
and
plump
,
had
a
very
pretty
face
,
and
the
finest
expression
of
good
humour
in
it
that
could
possibly
be
.
Her
manners
were
by
no
means
so
elegant
as
her
sister
’
s
,
but
they
were
much
more
prepossessing
.
She
came
in
with
a
smile
,
smiled
all
the
time
of
her
visit
,
except
when
she
laughed
,
and
smiled
when
she
went
away
.
Her
husband
was
a
grave
looking
young
man
of
five
or
six
and
twenty
,
with
an
air
of
more
fashion
and
sense
than
his
wife
,
but
of
less
willingness
to
please
or
be
pleased
.
He
entered
the
room
with
a
look
of
self
-
consequence
,
slightly
bowed
to
the
ladies
,
without
speaking
a
word
,
and
,
after
briefly
surveying
them
and
their
apartments
,
took
up
a
newspaper
from
the
table
,
and
continued
to
read
it
as
long
as
he
staid
.
Mrs
.
Palmer
,
on
the
contrary
,
who
was
strongly
endowed
by
nature
with
a
turn
for
being
uniformly
civil
and
happy
,
was
hardly
seated
before
her
admiration
of
the
parlour
and
every
thing
in
it
burst
forth
.
"
Well
!
what
a
delightful
room
this
is
!
I
never
saw
anything
so
charming
!
Only
think
,
Mama
,
how
it
is
improved
since
I
was
here
last
!
I
always
thought
it
such
a
sweet
place
,
ma
’
am
!
(
turning
to
Mrs
.
Dashwood
)
but
you
have
made
it
so
charming
!
Only
look
,
sister
,
how
delightful
every
thing
is
!
How
I
should
like
such
a
house
for
myself
!
Should
not
you
,
Mr
.
Palmer
?
"
Mr
.
Palmer
made
her
no
answer
,
and
did
not
even
raise
his
eyes
from
the
newspaper
.
"
Mr
.
Palmer
does
not
hear
me
,
"
said
she
,
laughing
;
"
he
never
does
sometimes
.
It
is
so
ridiculous
!
"
