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Fanny
was
too
urgent
,
however
,
and
had
too
many
tears
in
her
eyes
for
denial
;
and
it
ended
in
a
gracious
“
Well
,
well
!
”
which
was
permission
.
“
Yes
,
half
-
past
nine
,
”
said
Crawford
to
William
as
the
latter
was
leaving
them
,
“
and
I
shall
be
punctual
,
for
there
will
be
no
kind
sister
to
get
up
for
me
.
”
And
in
a
lower
tone
to
Fanny
,
“
I
shall
have
only
a
desolate
house
to
hurry
from
.
Your
brother
will
find
my
ideas
of
time
and
his
own
very
different
to
-
morrow
.
”
After
a
short
consideration
,
Sir
Thomas
asked
Crawford
to
join
the
early
breakfast
party
in
that
house
instead
of
eating
alone
:
he
should
himself
be
of
it
;
and
the
readiness
with
which
his
invitation
was
accepted
convinced
him
that
the
suspicions
whence
,
he
must
confess
to
himself
,
this
very
ball
had
in
great
measure
sprung
,
were
well
founded
.
Mr
.
Crawford
was
in
love
with
Fanny
.
He
had
a
pleasing
anticipation
of
what
would
be
His
niece
,
meanwhile
,
did
not
thank
him
for
what
he
had
just
done
.
She
had
hoped
to
have
William
all
to
herself
the
last
morning
.
It
would
have
been
an
unspeakable
indulgence
.
But
though
her
wishes
were
overthrown
,
there
was
no
spirit
of
murmuring
within
her
.
On
the
contrary
,
she
was
so
totally
unused
to
have
her
pleasure
consulted
,
or
to
have
anything
take
place
at
all
in
the
way
she
could
desire
,
that
she
was
more
disposed
to
wonder
and
rejoice
in
having
carried
her
point
so
far
,
than
to
repine
at
the
counteraction
which
followed
.
Shortly
afterward
,
Sir
Thomas
was
again
interfering
a
little
with
her
inclination
,
by
advising
her
to
go
immediately
to
bed
.
“
Advise
”
was
his
word
,
but
it
was
the
advice
of
absolute
power
,
and
she
had
only
to
rise
,
and
,
with
Mr
.
Crawford
’
s
very
cordial
adieus
,
pass
quietly
away
;
stopping
at
the
entrance
-
door
,
like
the
Lady
of
Branxholm
Hall
,
“
one
moment
and
no
more
,
”
to
view
the
happy
scene
,
and
take
a
last
look
at
the
five
or
six
determined
couple
who
were
still
hard
at
work
;
and
then
,
creeping
slowly
up
the
principal
staircase
,
pursued
by
the
ceaseless
country
-
dance
,
feverish
with
hopes
and
fears
,
soup
and
negus
,
sore
-
footed
and
fatigued
,
restless
and
agitated
,
yet
feeling
,
in
spite
of
everything
,
that
a
ball
was
indeed
delightful
.
In
thus
sending
her
away
,
Sir
Thomas
perhaps
might
not
be
thinking
merely
of
her
health
.
It
might
occur
to
him
that
Mr
.
Crawford
had
been
sitting
by
her
long
enough
,
or
he
might
mean
to
recommend
her
as
a
wife
by
shewing
her
persuadableness
.
The
ball
was
over
,
and
the
breakfast
was
soon
over
too
;
the
last
kiss
was
given
,
and
William
was
gone
.
Mr
.
Crawford
had
,
as
he
foretold
,
been
very
punctual
,
and
short
and
pleasant
had
been
the
meal
.
After
seeing
William
to
the
last
moment
,
Fanny
walked
back
to
the
breakfast
-
room
with
a
very
saddened
heart
to
grieve
over
the
melancholy
change
;
and
there
her
uncle
kindly
left
her
to
cry
in
peace
,
conceiving
,
perhaps
,
that
the
deserted
chair
of
each
young
man
might
exercise
her
tender
enthusiasm
,
and
that
the
remaining
cold
pork
bones
and
mustard
in
William
’
s
plate
might
but
divide
her
feelings
with
the
broken
egg
-
shells
in
Mr
.
Crawford
’
s
.
She
sat
and
cried
con
amore
as
her
uncle
intended
,
but
it
was
con
amore
fraternal
and
no
other
.
William
was
gone
,
and
she
now
felt
as
if
she
had
wasted
half
his
visit
in
idle
cares
and
selfish
solicitudes
unconnected
with
him
.
Fanny
’
s
disposition
was
such
that
she
could
never
even
think
of
her
aunt
Norris
in
the
meagreness
and
cheerlessness
of
her
own
small
house
,
without
reproaching
herself
for
some
little
want
of
attention
to
her
when
they
had
been
last
together
;
much
less
could
her
feelings
acquit
her
of
having
done
and
said
and
thought
everything
by
William
that
was
due
to
him
for
a
whole
fortnight
.
It
was
a
heavy
,
melancholy
day
.
Soon
after
the
second
breakfast
,
Edmund
bade
them
good
-
bye
for
a
week
,
and
mounted
his
horse
for
Peterborough
,
and
then
all
were
gone
.
Nothing
remained
of
last
night
but
remembrances
,
which
she
had
nobody
to
share
in
.
