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Their
conversations
,
however
,
were
not
always
on
subjects
so
high
as
history
or
morals
.
Others
had
their
hour
;
and
of
lesser
matters
,
none
returned
so
often
,
or
remained
so
long
between
them
,
as
Mansfield
Park
,
a
description
of
the
people
,
the
manners
,
the
amusements
,
the
ways
of
Mansfield
Park
.
Susan
,
who
had
an
innate
taste
for
the
genteel
and
well
-
appointed
,
was
eager
to
hear
,
and
Fanny
could
not
but
indulge
herself
in
dwelling
on
so
beloved
a
theme
.
She
hoped
it
was
not
wrong
;
though
,
after
a
time
,
Susan
’
s
very
great
admiration
of
everything
said
or
done
in
her
uncle
’
s
house
,
and
earnest
longing
to
go
into
Northamptonshire
,
seemed
almost
to
blame
her
for
exciting
feelings
which
could
not
be
gratified
.
Poor
Susan
was
very
little
better
fitted
for
home
than
her
elder
sister
;
and
as
Fanny
grew
thoroughly
to
understand
this
,
she
began
to
feel
that
when
her
own
release
from
Portsmouth
came
,
her
happiness
would
have
a
material
drawback
in
leaving
Susan
behind
.
That
a
girl
so
capable
of
being
made
everything
good
should
be
left
in
such
hands
,
distressed
her
more
and
more
.
Were
she
likely
to
have
a
home
to
invite
her
to
,
what
a
blessing
it
would
be
!
And
had
it
been
possible
for
her
to
return
Mr
Crawford
’
s
regard
,
the
probability
of
his
being
very
far
from
objecting
to
such
a
measure
would
have
been
the
greatest
increase
of
all
her
own
comforts
.
She
thought
he
was
really
good
-
tempered
,
and
could
fancy
his
entering
into
a
plan
of
that
sort
most
pleasantly
.
Seven
weeks
of
the
two
months
were
very
nearly
gone
,
when
the
one
letter
,
the
letter
from
Edmund
,
so
long
expected
,
was
put
into
Fanny
’
s
hands
.
As
she
opened
,
and
saw
its
length
,
she
prepared
herself
for
a
minute
detail
of
happiness
and
a
profusion
of
love
and
praise
towards
the
fortunate
creature
who
was
now
mistress
of
his
fate
.
These
were
the
contents
—
“
My
Dear
Fanny
,
—
Excuse
me
that
I
have
not
written
before
.
Crawford
told
me
that
you
were
wishing
to
hear
from
me
,
but
I
found
it
impossible
to
write
from
London
,
and
persuaded
myself
that
you
would
understand
my
silence
.
Could
I
have
sent
a
few
happy
lines
,
they
should
not
have
been
wanting
,
but
nothing
of
that
nature
was
ever
in
my
power
.
I
am
returned
to
Mansfield
in
a
less
assured
state
than
when
I
left
it
.
My
hopes
are
much
weaker
.
You
are
probably
aware
of
this
already
.
So
very
fond
of
you
as
Miss
Crawford
is
,
it
is
most
natural
that
she
should
tell
you
enough
of
her
own
feelings
to
furnish
a
tolerable
guess
at
mine
.
I
will
not
be
prevented
,
however
,
from
making
my
own
communication
.
Our
confidences
in
you
need
not
clash
.
I
ask
no
questions
.
There
is
something
soothing
in
the
idea
that
we
have
the
same
friend
,
and
that
whatever
unhappy
differences
of
opinion
may
exist
between
us
,
we
are
united
in
our
love
of
you
.
It
will
be
a
comfort
to
me
to
tell
you
how
things
now
are
,
and
what
are
my
present
plans
,
if
plans
I
can
be
said
to
have
.
I
have
been
returned
since
Saturday
.
I
was
three
weeks
in
London
,
and
saw
her
(
for
London
)
very
often
.
I
had
every
attention
from
the
Frasers
that
could
be
reasonably
expected
.
I
dare
say
I
was
not
reasonable
in
carrying
with
me
hopes
of
an
intercourse
at
all
like
that
of
Mansfield
.
It
was
her
manner
,
however
,
rather
than
any
unfrequency
of
meeting
.
Had
she
been
different
when
I
did
see
her
,
I
should
have
made
no
complaint
,
but
from
the
very
first
she
was
altered
:
my
first
reception
was
so
unlike
what
I
had
hoped
,
that
I
had
almost
resolved
on
leaving
London
again
directly
.
I
need
not
particularise
.
You
know
the
weak
side
of
her
character
,
and
may
imagine
the
sentiments
and
expressions
which
were
torturing
me
.
She
was
in
high
spirits
,
and
surrounded
by
those
who
were
giving
all
the
support
of
their
own
bad
sense
to
her
too
lively
mind
.
I
do
not
like
Mrs
.
Fraser
.
She
is
a
cold
-
hearted
,
vain
woman
,
who
has
married
entirely
from
convenience
,
and
though
evidently
unhappy
in
her
marriage
,
places
her
disappointment
not
to
faults
of
judgment
,
or
temper
,
or
disproportion
of
age
,
but
to
her
being
,
after
all
,
less
affluent
than
many
of
her
acquaintance
,
especially
than
her
sister
,
Lady
Stornaway
,
and
is
the
determined
supporter
of
everything
mercenary
and
ambitious
,
provided
it
be
only
mercenary
and
ambitious
enough
.
I
look
upon
her
intimacy
with
those
two
sisters
as
the
greatest
misfortune
of
her
life
and
mine
.
They
have
been
leading
her
astray
for
years
.
Could
she
be
detached
from
them
!
—
and
sometimes
I
do
not
despair
of
it
,
for
the
affection
appears
to
me
principally
on
their
side
.
They
are
very
fond
of
her
;
but
I
am
sure
she
does
not
love
them
as
she
loves
you
.
When
I
think
of
her
great
attachment
to
you
,
indeed
,
and
the
whole
of
her
judicious
,
upright
conduct
as
a
sister
,
she
appears
a
very
different
creature
,
capable
of
everything
noble
,
and
I
am
ready
to
blame
myself
for
a
too
harsh
construction
of
a
playful
manner
.
I
cannot
give
her
up
,
Fanny
.
She
is
the
only
woman
in
the
world
whom
I
could
ever
think
of
as
a
wife
.
If
I
did
not
believe
that
she
had
some
regard
for
me
,
of
course
I
should
not
say
this
,
but
I
do
believe
it
.
I
am
convinced
that
she
is
not
without
a
decided
preference
.
I
have
no
jealousy
of
any
individual
.
It
is
the
influence
of
the
fashionable
world
altogether
that
I
am
jealous
of
.
It
is
the
habits
of
wealth
that
I
fear
.
Her
ideas
are
not
higher
than
her
own
fortune
may
warrant
,
but
they
are
beyond
what
our
incomes
united
could
authorise
.
There
is
comfort
,
however
,
even
here
.
I
could
better
bear
to
lose
her
because
not
rich
enough
,
than
because
of
my
profession
.
That
would
only
prove
her
affection
not
equal
to
sacrifices
,
which
,
in
fact
,
I
am
scarcely
justified
in
asking
;
and
,
if
I
am
refused
,
that
,
I
think
,
will
be
the
honest
motive
.
Her
prejudices
,
I
trust
,
are
not
so
strong
as
they
were
.
You
have
my
thoughts
exactly
as
they
arise
,
my
dear
Fanny
;
perhaps
they
are
sometimes
contradictory
,
but
it
will
not
be
a
less
faithful
picture
of
my
mind
.
Having
once
begun
,
it
is
a
pleasure
to
me
to
tell
you
all
I
feel
.
I
cannot
give
her
up
.
Connected
as
we
already
are
,
and
,
I
hope
,
are
to
be
,
to
give
up
Mary
Crawford
would
be
to
give
up
the
society
of
some
of
those
most
dear
to
me
;
to
banish
myself
from
the
very
houses
and
friends
whom
,
under
any
other
distress
,
I
should
turn
to
for
consolation
.
The
loss
of
Mary
I
must
consider
as
comprehending
the
loss
of
Crawford
and
of
Fanny
.
Were
it
a
decided
thing
,
an
actual
refusal
,
I
hope
I
should
know
how
to
bear
it
,
and
how
to
endeavour
to
weaken
her
hold
on
my
heart
,
and
in
the
course
of
a
few
years
—
but
I
am
writing
nonsense
.
Were
I
refused
,
I
must
bear
it
;
and
till
I
am
,
I
can
never
cease
to
try
for
her
.
This
is
the
truth
.
The
only
question
is
how
?
What
may
be
the
likeliest
means
?
I
have
sometimes
thought
of
going
to
London
again
after
Easter
,
and
sometimes
resolved
on
doing
nothing
till
she
returns
to
Mansfield
.
Even
now
,
she
speaks
with
pleasure
of
being
in
Mansfield
in
June
;
but
June
is
at
a
great
distance
,
and
I
believe
I
shall
write
to
her
.
I
have
nearly
determined
on
explaining
myself
by
letter
.
To
be
at
an
early
certainty
is
a
material
object
.
My
present
state
is
miserably
irksome
.
Considering
everything
,
I
think
a
letter
will
be
decidedly
the
best
method
of
explanation
.
I
shall
be
able
to
write
much
that
I
could
not
say
,
and
shall
be
giving
her
time
for
reflection
before
she
resolves
on
her
answer
,
and
I
am
less
afraid
of
the
result
of
reflection
than
of
an
immediate
hasty
impulse
;
I
think
I
am
.
My
greatest
danger
would
lie
in
her
consulting
Mrs
.
Fraser
,
and
I
at
a
distance
unable
to
help
my
own
cause
.
A
letter
exposes
to
all
the
evil
of
consultation
,
and
where
the
mind
is
anything
short
of
perfect
decision
,
an
adviser
may
,
in
an
unlucky
moment
,
lead
it
to
do
what
it
may
afterwards
regret
.
I
must
think
this
matter
over
a
little
.
This
long
letter
,
full
of
my
own
concerns
alone
,
will
be
enough
to
tire
even
the
friendship
of
a
Fanny
.
The
last
time
I
saw
Crawford
was
at
Mrs
.
Fraser
’
s
party
.
I
am
more
and
more
satisfied
with
all
that
I
see
and
hear
of
him
.
There
is
not
a
shadow
of
wavering
.
He
thoroughly
knows
his
own
mind
,
and
acts
up
to
his
resolutions
:
an
inestimable
quality
.
I
could
not
see
him
and
my
eldest
sister
in
the
same
room
without
recollecting
what
you
once
told
me
,
and
I
acknowledge
that
they
did
not
meet
as
friends
.
There
was
marked
coolness
on
her
side
.
They
scarcely
spoke
.
I
saw
him
draw
back
surprised
,
and
I
was
sorry
that
Mrs
.
Rushworth
should
resent
any
former
supposed
slight
to
Miss
Bertram
.
You
will
wish
to
hear
my
opinion
of
Maria
’
s
degree
of
comfort
as
a
wife
.
There
is
no
appearance
of
unhappiness
.
I
hope
they
get
on
pretty
well
together
.
I
dined
twice
in
Wimpole
Street
,
and
might
have
been
there
oftener
,
but
it
is
mortifying
to
be
with
Rushworth
as
a
brother
.
Julia
seems
to
enjoy
London
exceedingly
.
I
had
little
enjoyment
there
,
but
have
less
here
.
We
are
not
a
lively
party
.
You
are
very
much
wanted
.
I
miss
you
more
than
I
can
express
.
My
mother
desires
her
best
love
,
and
hopes
to
hear
from
you
soon
.
She
talks
of
you
almost
every
hour
,
and
I
am
sorry
to
find
how
many
weeks
more
she
is
likely
to
be
without
you
.
My
father
means
to
fetch
you
himself
,
but
it
will
not
be
till
after
Easter
,
when
he
has
business
in
town
.
You
are
happy
at
Portsmouth
,
I
hope
,
but
this
must
not
be
a
yearly
visit
.
I
want
you
at
home
,
that
I
may
have
your
opinion
about
Thornton
Lacey
.
I
have
little
heart
for
extensive
improvements
till
I
know
that
it
will
ever
have
a
mistress
.
I
think
I
shall
certainly
write
.
It
is
quite
settled
that
the
Grants
go
to
Bath
;
they
leave
Mansfield
on
Monday
.
I
am
glad
of
it
.
I
am
not
comfortable
enough
to
be
fit
for
anybody
;
but
your
aunt
seems
to
feel
out
of
luck
that
such
an
article
of
Mansfield
news
should
fall
to
my
pen
instead
of
hers
.
—
Yours
ever
,
my
dearest
Fanny
.
”
