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“
My
dear
Sir
Thomas
,
if
you
had
seen
the
state
of
the
roads
that
day
!
I
thought
we
should
never
have
got
through
them
,
though
we
had
the
four
horses
of
course
;
and
poor
old
coachman
would
attend
us
,
out
of
his
great
love
and
kindness
,
though
he
was
hardly
able
to
sit
the
box
on
account
of
the
rheumatism
which
I
had
been
doctoring
him
for
ever
since
Michaelmas
.
I
cured
him
at
last
;
but
he
was
very
bad
all
the
winter
—
and
this
was
such
a
day
,
I
could
not
help
going
to
him
up
in
his
room
before
we
set
off
to
advise
him
not
to
venture
:
he
was
putting
on
his
wig
;
so
I
said
,
’
Coachman
,
you
had
much
better
not
go
;
your
Lady
and
I
shall
be
very
safe
;
you
know
how
steady
Stephen
is
,
and
Charles
has
been
upon
the
leaders
so
often
now
,
that
I
am
sure
there
is
no
fear
.
’
But
,
however
,
I
soon
found
it
would
not
do
;
he
was
bent
upon
going
,
and
as
I
hate
to
be
worrying
and
officious
,
I
said
no
more
;
but
my
heart
quite
ached
for
him
at
every
jolt
,
and
when
we
got
into
the
rough
lanes
about
Stoke
,
where
,
what
with
frost
and
snow
upon
beds
of
stones
,
it
was
worse
than
anything
you
can
imagine
,
I
was
quite
in
an
agony
about
him
.
And
then
the
poor
horses
too
!
To
see
them
straining
away
!
You
know
how
I
always
feel
for
the
horses
.
And
when
we
got
to
the
bottom
of
Sandcroft
Hill
,
what
do
you
think
I
did
?
You
will
laugh
at
me
;
but
I
got
out
and
walked
up
.
I
did
indeed
.
It
might
not
be
saving
them
much
,
but
it
was
something
,
and
I
could
not
bear
to
sit
at
my
ease
and
be
dragged
up
at
the
expense
of
those
noble
animals
.
I
caught
a
dreadful
cold
,
but
that
I
did
not
regard
.
My
object
was
accomplished
in
the
visit
.
”
“
I
hope
we
shall
always
think
the
acquaintance
worth
any
trouble
that
might
be
taken
to
establish
it
.
There
is
nothing
very
striking
in
Mr
.
Rushworth
’
s
manners
,
but
I
was
pleased
last
night
with
what
appeared
to
be
his
opinion
on
one
subject
:
his
decided
preference
of
a
quiet
family
party
to
the
bustle
and
confusion
of
acting
.
He
seemed
to
feel
exactly
as
one
could
wish
.
”
“
Yes
,
indeed
,
and
the
more
you
know
of
him
the
better
you
will
like
him
.
He
is
not
a
shining
character
,
but
he
has
a
thousand
good
qualities
;
and
is
so
disposed
to
look
up
to
you
,
that
I
am
quite
laughed
at
about
it
,
for
everybody
considers
it
as
my
doing
.
’
Upon
my
word
,
Mrs
.
Norris
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Grant
the
other
day
,
’
if
Mr
.
Rushworth
were
a
son
of
your
own
,
he
could
not
hold
Sir
Thomas
in
greater
respect
.
’
”
Sir
Thomas
gave
up
the
point
,
foiled
by
her
evasions
,
disarmed
by
her
flattery
;
and
was
obliged
to
rest
satisfied
with
the
conviction
that
where
the
present
pleasure
of
those
she
loved
was
at
stake
,
her
kindness
did
sometimes
overpower
her
judgment
.
It
was
a
busy
morning
with
him
.
Conversation
with
any
of
them
occupied
but
a
small
part
of
it
.
He
had
to
reinstate
himself
in
all
the
wonted
concerns
of
his
Mansfield
life
:
to
see
his
steward
and
his
bailiff
;
to
examine
and
compute
,
and
,
in
the
intervals
of
business
,
to
walk
into
his
stables
and
his
gardens
,
and
nearest
plantations
;
but
active
and
methodical
,
he
had
not
only
done
all
this
before
he
resumed
his
seat
as
master
of
the
house
at
dinner
,
he
had
also
set
the
carpenter
to
work
in
pulling
down
what
had
been
so
lately
put
up
in
the
billiard
-
room
,
and
given
the
scene
-
painter
his
dismissal
long
enough
to
justify
the
pleasing
belief
of
his
being
then
at
least
as
far
off
as
Northampton
.
The
scene
-
painter
was
gone
,
having
spoilt
only
the
floor
of
one
room
,
ruined
all
the
coachman
’
s
sponges
,
and
made
five
of
the
under
-
servants
idle
and
dissatisfied
;
and
Sir
Thomas
was
in
hopes
that
another
day
or
two
would
suffice
to
wipe
away
every
outward
memento
of
what
had
been
,
even
to
the
destruction
of
every
unbound
copy
of
Lovers
’
Vows
in
the
house
,
for
he
was
burning
all
that
met
his
eye
.
Mr
.
Yates
was
beginning
now
to
understand
Sir
Thomas
’
s
intentions
,
though
as
far
as
ever
from
understanding
their
source
.
He
and
his
friend
had
been
out
with
their
guns
the
chief
of
the
morning
,
and
Tom
had
taken
the
opportunity
of
explaining
,
with
proper
apologies
for
his
father
’
s
particularity
,
what
was
to
be
expected
.
Mr
.
Yates
felt
it
as
acutely
as
might
be
supposed
.
To
be
a
second
time
disappointed
in
the
same
way
was
an
instance
of
very
severe
ill
-
luck
;
and
his
indignation
was
such
,
that
had
it
not
been
for
delicacy
towards
his
friend
,
and
his
friend
’
s
youngest
sister
,
he
believed
he
should
certainly
attack
the
baronet
on
the
absurdity
of
his
proceedings
,
and
argue
him
into
a
little
more
rationality
.
He
believed
this
very
stoutly
while
he
was
in
Mansfield
Wood
,
and
all
the
way
home
;
but
there
was
a
something
in
Sir
Thomas
,
when
they
sat
round
the
same
table
,
which
made
Mr
.
Yates
think
it
wiser
to
let
him
pursue
his
own
way
,
and
feel
the
folly
of
it
without
opposition
.
He
had
known
many
disagreeable
fathers
before
,
and
often
been
struck
with
the
inconveniences
they
occasioned
,
but
never
,
in
the
whole
course
of
his
life
,
had
he
seen
one
of
that
class
so
unintelligibly
moral
,
so
infamously
tyrannical
as
Sir
Thomas
.
He
was
not
a
man
to
be
endured
but
for
his
children
’
s
sake
,
and
he
might
be
thankful
to
his
fair
daughter
Julia
that
Mr
.
Yates
did
yet
mean
to
stay
a
few
days
longer
under
his
roof
.
