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The
evening
passed
with
external
smoothness
,
though
almost
every
mind
was
ruffled
;
and
the
music
which
Sir
Thomas
called
for
from
his
daughters
helped
to
conceal
the
want
of
real
harmony
.
Maria
was
in
a
good
deal
of
agitation
.
It
was
of
the
utmost
consequence
to
her
that
Crawford
should
now
lose
no
time
in
declaring
himself
,
and
she
was
disturbed
that
even
a
day
should
be
gone
by
without
seeming
to
advance
that
point
.
She
had
been
expecting
to
see
him
the
whole
morning
,
and
all
the
evening
,
too
,
was
still
expecting
him
.
Mr
.
Rushworth
had
set
off
early
with
the
great
news
for
Sotherton
;
and
she
had
fondly
hoped
for
such
an
immediate
eclaircissement
as
might
save
him
the
trouble
of
ever
coming
back
again
.
But
they
had
seen
no
one
from
the
Parsonage
,
not
a
creature
,
and
had
heard
no
tidings
beyond
a
friendly
note
of
congratulation
and
inquiry
from
Mrs
.
Grant
to
Lady
Bertram
.
It
was
the
first
day
for
many
,
many
weeks
,
in
which
the
families
had
been
wholly
divided
.
Four
-
and
-
twenty
hours
had
never
passed
before
,
since
August
began
,
without
bringing
them
together
in
some
way
or
other
.
It
was
a
sad
,
anxious
day
;
and
the
morrow
,
though
differing
in
the
sort
of
evil
,
did
by
no
means
bring
less
.
A
few
moments
of
feverish
enjoyment
were
followed
by
hours
of
acute
suffering
.
Henry
Crawford
was
again
in
the
house
:
he
walked
up
with
Dr
.
Grant
,
who
was
anxious
to
pay
his
respects
to
Sir
Thomas
,
and
at
rather
an
early
hour
they
were
ushered
into
the
breakfast
-
room
,
where
were
most
of
the
family
.
Sir
Thomas
soon
appeared
,
and
Maria
saw
with
delight
and
agitation
the
introduction
of
the
man
she
loved
to
her
father
.
Her
sensations
were
indefinable
,
and
so
were
they
a
few
minutes
afterwards
upon
hearing
Henry
Crawford
,
who
had
a
chair
between
herself
and
Tom
,
ask
the
latter
in
an
undervoice
whether
there
were
any
plans
for
resuming
the
play
after
the
present
happy
interruption
(
with
a
courteous
glance
at
Sir
Thomas
)
,
because
,
in
that
case
,
he
should
make
a
point
of
returning
to
Mansfield
at
any
time
required
by
the
party
:
he
was
going
away
immediately
,
being
to
meet
his
uncle
at
Bath
without
delay
;
but
if
there
were
any
prospect
of
a
renewal
of
Lovers
’
Vows
,
he
should
hold
himself
positively
engaged
,
he
should
break
through
every
other
claim
,
he
should
absolutely
condition
with
his
uncle
for
attending
them
whenever
he
might
be
wanted
.
The
play
should
not
be
lost
by
his
absence
.
“
From
Bath
,
Norfolk
,
London
,
York
,
wherever
I
may
be
,
”
said
he
;
“
I
will
attend
you
from
any
place
in
England
,
at
an
hour
’
s
notice
.
”
It
was
well
at
that
moment
that
Tom
had
to
speak
,
and
not
his
sister
.
He
could
immediately
say
with
easy
fluency
,
“
I
am
sorry
you
are
going
;
but
as
to
our
play
,
that
is
all
over
—
entirely
at
an
end
”
(
looking
significantly
at
his
father
)
.
“
The
painter
was
sent
off
yesterday
,
and
very
little
will
remain
of
the
theatre
to
-
morrow
.
I
knew
how
that
would
be
from
the
first
.
It
is
early
for
Bath
.
You
will
find
nobody
there
.
”
“
It
is
about
my
uncle
’
s
usual
time
.
”
“
When
do
you
think
of
going
?
”
“
I
may
,
perhaps
,
get
as
far
as
Banbury
to
-
day
.
”
“
Whose
stables
do
you
use
at
Bath
?
”
was
the
next
question
;
and
while
this
branch
of
the
subject
was
under
discussion
,
Maria
,
who
wanted
neither
pride
nor
resolution
,
was
preparing
to
encounter
her
share
of
it
with
tolerable
calmness
.
To
her
he
soon
turned
,
repeating
much
of
what
he
had
already
said
,
with
only
a
softened
air
and
stronger
expressions
of
regret
.
But
what
availed
his
expressions
or
his
air
?
He
was
going
,
and
,
if
not
voluntarily
going
,
voluntarily
intending
to
stay
away
;
for
,
excepting
what
might
be
due
to
his
uncle
,
his
engagements
were
all
self
-
imposed
.
He
might
talk
of
necessity
,
but
she
knew
his
independence
.
The
hand
which
had
so
pressed
hers
to
his
heart
!
the
hand
and
the
heart
were
alike
motionless
and
passive
now
!
Her
spirit
supported
her
,
but
the
agony
of
her
mind
was
severe
.
She
had
not
long
to
endure
what
arose
from
listening
to
language
which
his
actions
contradicted
,
or
to
bury
the
tumult
of
her
feelings
under
the
restraint
of
society
;
for
general
civilities
soon
called
his
notice
from
her
,
and
the
farewell
visit
,
as
it
then
became
openly
acknowledged
,
was
a
very
short
one
.
He
was
gone
—
he
had
touched
her
hand
for
the
last
time
,
he
had
made
his
parting
bow
,
and
she
might
seek
directly
all
that
solitude
could
do
for
her
.
Henry
Crawford
was
gone
,
gone
from
the
house
,
and
within
two
hours
afterwards
from
the
parish
;
and
so
ended
all
the
hopes
his
selfish
vanity
had
raised
in
Maria
and
Julia
Bertram
.
