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Fanny
,
meanwhile
,
speaking
only
when
she
could
not
help
it
,
was
very
earnestly
trying
to
understand
what
Mr
.
and
Miss
Crawford
were
at
.
There
was
everything
in
the
world
against
their
being
serious
but
his
words
and
manner
.
Everything
natural
,
probable
,
reasonable
,
was
against
it
;
all
their
habits
and
ways
of
thinking
,
and
all
her
own
demerits
.
How
could
she
have
excited
serious
attachment
in
a
man
who
had
seen
so
many
,
and
been
admired
by
so
many
,
and
flirted
with
so
many
,
infinitely
her
superiors
;
who
seemed
so
little
open
to
serious
impressions
,
even
where
pains
had
been
taken
to
please
him
;
who
thought
so
slightly
,
so
carelessly
,
so
unfeelingly
on
all
such
points
;
who
was
everything
to
everybody
,
and
seemed
to
find
no
one
essential
to
him
?
And
farther
,
how
could
it
be
supposed
that
his
sister
,
with
all
her
high
and
worldly
notions
of
matrimony
,
would
be
forwarding
anything
of
a
serious
nature
in
such
a
quarter
?
Nothing
could
be
more
unnatural
in
either
.
Fanny
was
ashamed
of
her
own
doubts
.
Everything
might
be
possible
rather
than
serious
attachment
,
or
serious
approbation
of
it
toward
her
.
She
had
quite
convinced
herself
of
this
before
Sir
Thomas
and
Mr
.
Crawford
joined
them
.
The
difficulty
was
in
maintaining
the
conviction
quite
so
absolutely
after
Mr
.
Crawford
was
in
the
room
;
for
once
or
twice
a
look
seemed
forced
on
her
which
she
did
not
know
how
to
class
among
the
common
meaning
;
in
any
other
man
,
at
least
,
she
would
have
said
that
it
meant
something
very
earnest
,
very
pointed
.
But
she
still
tried
to
believe
it
no
more
than
what
he
might
often
have
expressed
towards
her
cousins
and
fifty
other
women
.
She
thought
he
was
wishing
to
speak
to
her
unheard
by
the
rest
.
She
fancied
he
was
trying
for
it
the
whole
evening
at
intervals
,
whenever
Sir
Thomas
was
out
of
the
room
,
or
at
all
engaged
with
Mrs
.
Norris
,
and
she
carefully
refused
him
every
opportunity
.
At
last
—
it
seemed
an
at
last
to
Fanny
’
s
nervousness
,
though
not
remarkably
late
—
he
began
to
talk
of
going
away
;
but
the
comfort
of
the
sound
was
impaired
by
his
turning
to
her
the
next
moment
,
and
saying
,
“
Have
you
nothing
to
send
to
Mary
?
No
answer
to
her
note
?
She
will
be
disappointed
if
she
receives
nothing
from
you
.
Pray
write
to
her
,
if
it
be
only
a
line
.
”
“
Oh
yes
!
certainly
,
”
cried
Fanny
,
rising
in
haste
,
the
haste
of
embarrassment
and
of
wanting
to
get
away
—
“
I
will
write
directly
.
”
She
went
accordingly
to
the
table
,
where
she
was
in
the
habit
of
writing
for
her
aunt
,
and
prepared
her
materials
without
knowing
what
in
the
world
to
say
.
She
had
read
Miss
Crawford
’
s
note
only
once
,
and
how
to
reply
to
anything
so
imperfectly
understood
was
most
distressing
.
Quite
unpractised
in
such
sort
of
note
-
writing
,
had
there
been
time
for
scruples
and
fears
as
to
style
she
would
have
felt
them
in
abundance
:
but
something
must
be
instantly
written
;
and
with
only
one
decided
feeling
,
that
of
wishing
not
to
appear
to
think
anything
really
intended
,
she
wrote
thus
,
in
great
trembling
both
of
spirits
and
hand
—
“
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
,
my
dear
Miss
Crawford
,
for
your
kind
congratulations
,
as
far
as
they
relate
to
my
dearest
William
.
The
rest
of
your
note
I
know
means
nothing
;
but
I
am
so
unequal
to
anything
of
the
sort
,
that
I
hope
you
will
excuse
my
begging
you
to
take
no
farther
notice
.
I
have
seen
too
much
of
Mr
.
Crawford
not
to
understand
his
manners
;
if
he
understood
me
as
well
,
he
would
,
I
dare
say
,
behave
differently
.
I
do
not
know
what
I
write
,
but
it
would
be
a
great
favour
of
you
never
to
mention
the
subject
again
.
With
thanks
for
the
honour
of
your
note
,
I
remain
,
dear
Miss
Crawford
,
etc
.
,
etc
.
”
The
conclusion
was
scarcely
intelligible
from
increasing
fright
,
for
she
found
that
Mr
.
Crawford
,
under
pretence
of
receiving
the
note
,
was
coming
towards
her
.
“
You
cannot
think
I
mean
to
hurry
you
,
”
said
he
,
in
an
undervoice
,
perceiving
the
amazing
trepidation
with
which
she
made
up
the
note
,
“
you
cannot
think
I
have
any
such
object
.
Do
not
hurry
yourself
,
I
entreat
.
”
