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She
would
not
have
him
be
serious
,
and
yet
what
could
excuse
the
use
of
such
words
and
offers
,
if
they
meant
but
to
trifle
?
But
William
was
a
lieutenant
.
That
was
a
fact
beyond
a
doubt
,
and
without
an
alloy
.
She
would
think
of
it
for
ever
and
forget
all
the
rest
.
Mr
.
Crawford
would
certainly
never
address
her
so
again
:
he
must
have
seen
how
unwelcome
it
was
to
her
;
and
in
that
case
,
how
gratefully
she
could
esteem
him
for
his
friendship
to
William
!
She
would
not
stir
farther
from
the
East
room
than
the
head
of
the
great
staircase
,
till
she
had
satisfied
herself
of
Mr
.
Crawford
’
s
having
left
the
house
;
but
when
convinced
of
his
being
gone
,
she
was
eager
to
go
down
and
be
with
her
uncle
,
and
have
all
the
happiness
of
his
joy
as
well
as
her
own
,
and
all
the
benefit
of
his
information
or
his
conjectures
as
to
what
would
now
be
William
’
s
destination
.
Sir
Thomas
was
as
joyful
as
she
could
desire
,
and
very
kind
and
communicative
;
and
she
had
so
comfortable
a
talk
with
him
about
William
as
to
make
her
feel
as
if
nothing
had
occurred
to
vex
her
,
till
she
found
,
towards
the
close
,
that
Mr
.
Crawford
was
engaged
to
return
and
dine
there
that
very
day
.
This
was
a
most
unwelcome
hearing
,
for
though
he
might
think
nothing
of
what
had
passed
,
it
would
be
quite
distressing
to
her
to
see
him
again
so
soon
.
She
tried
to
get
the
better
of
it
;
tried
very
hard
,
as
the
dinner
hour
approached
,
to
feel
and
appear
as
usual
;
but
it
was
quite
impossible
for
her
not
to
look
most
shy
and
uncomfortable
when
their
visitor
entered
the
room
.
She
could
not
have
supposed
it
in
the
power
of
any
concurrence
of
circumstances
to
give
her
so
many
painful
sensations
on
the
first
day
of
hearing
of
William
’
s
promotion
.
Mr
.
Crawford
was
not
only
in
the
room
—
he
was
soon
close
to
her
.
He
had
a
note
to
deliver
from
his
sister
.
Fanny
could
not
look
at
him
,
but
there
was
no
consciousness
of
past
folly
in
his
voice
.
She
opened
her
note
immediately
,
glad
to
have
anything
to
do
,
and
happy
,
as
she
read
it
,
to
feel
that
the
fidgetings
of
her
aunt
Norris
,
who
was
also
to
dine
there
,
screened
her
a
little
from
view
.
“
My
dear
Fanny
,
—
for
so
I
may
now
always
call
you
,
to
the
infinite
relief
of
a
tongue
that
has
been
stumbling
at
Miss
Price
for
at
least
the
last
six
weeks
—
I
cannot
let
my
brother
go
without
sending
you
a
few
lines
of
general
congratulation
,
and
giving
my
most
joyful
consent
and
approval
.
Go
on
,
my
dear
Fanny
,
and
without
fear
;
there
can
be
no
difficulties
worth
naming
.
I
chuse
to
suppose
that
the
assurance
of
my
consent
will
be
something
;
so
you
may
smile
upon
him
with
your
sweetest
smiles
this
afternoon
,
and
send
him
back
to
me
even
happier
than
he
goes
.
—
Yours
affectionately
,
M
.
C
.
”
These
were
not
expressions
to
do
Fanny
any
good
;
for
though
she
read
in
too
much
haste
and
confusion
to
form
the
clearest
judgment
of
Miss
Crawford
’
s
meaning
,
it
was
evident
that
she
meant
to
compliment
her
on
her
brother
’
s
attachment
,
and
even
to
appear
to
believe
it
serious
.
She
did
not
know
what
to
do
,
or
what
to
think
.
There
was
wretchedness
in
the
idea
of
its
being
serious
;
there
was
perplexity
and
agitation
every
way
.
She
was
distressed
whenever
Mr
.
Crawford
spoke
to
her
,
and
he
spoke
to
her
much
too
often
;
and
she
was
afraid
there
was
a
something
in
his
voice
and
manner
in
addressing
her
very
different
from
what
they
were
when
he
talked
to
the
others
.
Her
comfort
in
that
day
’
s
dinner
was
quite
destroyed
:
she
could
hardly
eat
anything
;
and
when
Sir
Thomas
good
-
humouredly
observed
that
joy
had
taken
away
her
appetite
,
she
was
ready
to
sink
with
shame
,
from
the
dread
of
Mr
.
Crawford
’
s
interpretation
;
for
though
nothing
could
have
tempted
her
to
turn
her
eyes
to
the
right
hand
,
where
he
sat
,
she
felt
that
his
were
immediately
directed
towards
her
.
She
was
more
silent
than
ever
.
She
would
hardly
join
even
when
William
was
the
subject
,
for
his
commission
came
all
from
the
right
hand
too
,
and
there
was
pain
in
the
connexion
.
