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“
How
differently
we
feel
!
”
cried
Fanny
.
“
To
me
,
the
sound
of
Mr
.
Bertram
is
so
cold
and
nothing
-
meaning
,
so
entirely
without
warmth
or
character
!
It
just
stands
for
a
gentleman
,
and
that
’
s
all
.
But
there
is
nobleness
in
the
name
of
Edmund
.
It
is
a
name
of
heroism
and
renown
;
of
kings
,
princes
,
and
knights
;
and
seems
to
breathe
the
spirit
of
chivalry
and
warm
affections
.
”
“
I
grant
you
the
name
is
good
in
itself
,
and
Lord
Edmund
or
Sir
Edmund
sound
delightfully
;
but
sink
it
under
the
chill
,
the
annihilation
of
a
Mr
.
,
and
Mr
.
Edmund
is
no
more
than
Mr
.
John
or
Mr
.
Thomas
.
Well
,
shall
we
join
and
disappoint
them
of
half
their
lecture
upon
sitting
down
out
of
doors
at
this
time
of
year
,
by
being
up
before
they
can
begin
?
”
Edmund
met
them
with
particular
pleasure
.
It
was
the
first
time
of
his
seeing
them
together
since
the
beginning
of
that
better
acquaintance
which
he
had
been
hearing
of
with
great
satisfaction
.
A
friendship
between
two
so
very
dear
to
him
was
exactly
what
he
could
have
wished
:
and
to
the
credit
of
the
lover
’
s
understanding
,
be
it
stated
,
that
he
did
not
by
any
means
consider
Fanny
as
the
only
,
or
even
as
the
greater
gainer
by
such
a
friendship
.
“
Well
,
”
said
Miss
Crawford
,
“
and
do
you
not
scold
us
for
our
imprudence
?
What
do
you
think
we
have
been
sitting
down
for
but
to
be
talked
to
about
it
,
and
entreated
and
supplicated
never
to
do
so
again
?
”
“
Perhaps
I
might
have
scolded
,
”
said
Edmund
,
“
if
either
of
you
had
been
sitting
down
alone
;
but
while
you
do
wrong
together
,
I
can
overlook
a
great
deal
.
”
“
They
cannot
have
been
sitting
long
,
”
cried
Mrs
.
Grant
,
“
for
when
I
went
up
for
my
shawl
I
saw
them
from
the
staircase
window
,
and
then
they
were
walking
.
”
“
And
really
,
”
added
Edmund
,
“
the
day
is
so
mild
,
that
your
sitting
down
for
a
few
minutes
can
be
hardly
thought
imprudent
.
Our
weather
must
not
always
be
judged
by
the
calendar
.
We
may
sometimes
take
greater
liberties
in
November
than
in
May
.
”
“
Upon
my
word
,
”
cried
Miss
Crawford
,
“
you
are
two
of
the
most
disappointing
and
unfeeling
kind
friends
I
ever
met
with
!
There
is
no
giving
you
a
moment
’
s
uneasiness
.
You
do
not
know
how
much
we
have
been
suffering
,
nor
what
chills
we
have
felt
!
But
I
have
long
thought
Mr
.
Bertram
one
of
the
worst
subjects
to
work
on
,
in
any
little
manoeuvre
against
common
sense
,
that
a
woman
could
be
plagued
with
.
I
had
very
little
hope
of
him
from
the
first
;
but
you
,
Mrs
.
Grant
,
my
sister
,
my
own
sister
,
I
think
I
had
a
right
to
alarm
you
a
little
.
”
“
Do
not
flatter
yourself
,
my
dearest
Mary
.
You
have
not
the
smallest
chance
of
moving
me
.
I
have
my
alarms
,
but
they
are
quite
in
a
different
quarter
;
and
if
I
could
have
altered
the
weather
,
you
would
have
had
a
good
sharp
east
wind
blowing
on
you
the
whole
time
—
for
here
are
some
of
my
plants
which
Robert
will
leave
out
because
the
nights
are
so
mild
,
and
I
know
the
end
of
it
will
be
,
that
we
shall
have
a
sudden
change
of
weather
,
a
hard
frost
setting
in
all
at
once
,
taking
everybody
(
at
least
Robert
)
by
surprise
,
and
I
shall
lose
every
one
;
and
what
is
worse
,
cook
has
just
been
telling
me
that
the
turkey
,
which
I
particularly
wished
not
to
be
dressed
till
Sunday
,
because
I
know
how
much
more
Dr
.
Grant
would
enjoy
it
on
Sunday
after
the
fatigues
of
the
day
,
will
not
keep
beyond
to
-
morrow
.
These
are
something
like
grievances
,
and
make
me
think
the
weather
most
unseasonably
close
.
”
