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After
an
hour
or
two
spent
in
what
her
mother
called
comfortable
chat
,
or
in
other
words
,
in
every
variety
of
inquiry
concerning
all
their
acquaintance
on
Mrs
.
Jennings
’
s
side
,
and
in
laughter
without
cause
on
Mrs
.
Palmer
’
s
,
it
was
proposed
by
the
latter
that
they
should
all
accompany
her
to
some
shops
where
she
had
business
that
morning
,
to
which
Mrs
.
Jennings
and
Elinor
readily
consented
,
as
having
likewise
some
purchases
to
make
themselves
;
and
Marianne
,
though
declining
it
at
first
was
induced
to
go
likewise
.
Wherever
they
went
,
she
was
evidently
always
on
the
watch
.
In
Bond
Street
especially
,
where
much
of
their
business
lay
,
her
eyes
were
in
constant
inquiry
;
and
in
whatever
shop
the
party
were
engaged
,
her
mind
was
equally
abstracted
from
every
thing
actually
before
them
,
from
all
that
interested
and
occupied
the
others
.
Restless
and
dissatisfied
every
where
,
her
sister
could
never
obtain
her
opinion
of
any
article
of
purchase
,
however
it
might
equally
concern
them
both
:
she
received
no
pleasure
from
anything
;
was
only
impatient
to
be
at
home
again
,
and
could
with
difficulty
govern
her
vexation
at
the
tediousness
of
Mrs
.
Palmer
,
whose
eye
was
caught
by
every
thing
pretty
,
expensive
,
or
new
;
who
was
wild
to
buy
all
,
could
determine
on
none
,
and
dawdled
away
her
time
in
rapture
and
indecision
.
It
was
late
in
the
morning
before
they
returned
home
;
and
no
sooner
had
they
entered
the
house
than
Marianne
flew
eagerly
up
stairs
,
and
when
Elinor
followed
,
she
found
her
turning
from
the
table
with
a
sorrowful
countenance
,
which
declared
that
no
Willoughby
had
been
there
.
"
Has
no
letter
been
left
here
for
me
since
we
went
out
?
"
said
she
to
the
footman
who
then
entered
with
the
parcels
.
She
was
answered
in
the
negative
.
"
Are
you
quite
sure
of
it
?
"
she
replied
.
"
Are
you
certain
that
no
servant
,
no
porter
has
left
any
letter
or
note
?
"
The
man
replied
that
none
had
.
"
How
very
odd
!
"
said
she
,
in
a
low
and
disappointed
voice
,
as
she
turned
away
to
the
window
.
"
How
odd
,
indeed
!
"
repeated
Elinor
within
herself
,
regarding
her
sister
with
uneasiness
.
"
If
she
had
not
known
him
to
be
in
town
she
would
not
have
written
to
him
,
as
she
did
;
she
would
have
written
to
Combe
Magna
;
and
if
he
is
in
town
,
how
odd
that
he
should
neither
come
nor
write
!
Oh
!
my
dear
mother
,
you
must
be
wrong
in
permitting
an
engagement
between
a
daughter
so
young
,
a
man
so
little
known
,
to
be
carried
on
in
so
doubtful
,
so
mysterious
a
manner
!
I
long
to
inquire
;
and
how
will
MY
interference
be
borne
.
"
She
determined
,
after
some
consideration
,
that
if
appearances
continued
many
days
longer
as
unpleasant
as
they
now
were
,
she
would
represent
in
the
strongest
manner
to
her
mother
the
necessity
of
some
serious
enquiry
into
the
affair
.
