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Mr
.
Rushworth
was
at
the
door
to
receive
his
fair
lady
;
and
the
whole
party
were
welcomed
by
him
with
due
attention
.
In
the
drawing
-
room
they
were
met
with
equal
cordiality
by
the
mother
,
and
Miss
Bertram
had
all
the
distinction
with
each
that
she
could
wish
.
After
the
business
of
arriving
was
over
,
it
was
first
necessary
to
eat
,
and
the
doors
were
thrown
open
to
admit
them
through
one
or
two
intermediate
rooms
into
the
appointed
dining
-
parlour
,
where
a
collation
was
prepared
with
abundance
and
elegance
.
Much
was
said
,
and
much
was
ate
,
and
all
went
well
.
The
particular
object
of
the
day
was
then
considered
.
How
would
Mr
.
Crawford
like
,
in
what
manner
would
he
chuse
,
to
take
a
survey
of
the
grounds
?
Mr
.
Rushworth
mentioned
his
curricle
.
Mr
.
Crawford
suggested
the
greater
desirableness
of
some
carriage
which
might
convey
more
than
two
.
“
To
be
depriving
themselves
of
the
advantage
of
other
eyes
and
other
judgments
,
might
be
an
evil
even
beyond
the
loss
of
present
pleasure
.
”
Mrs
.
Rushworth
proposed
that
the
chaise
should
be
taken
also
;
but
this
was
scarcely
received
as
an
amendment
:
the
young
ladies
neither
smiled
nor
spoke
.
Her
next
proposition
,
of
shewing
the
house
to
such
of
them
as
had
not
been
there
before
,
was
more
acceptable
,
for
Miss
Bertram
was
pleased
to
have
its
size
displayed
,
and
all
were
glad
to
be
doing
something
.
The
whole
party
rose
accordingly
,
and
under
Mrs
.
Rushworth
’
s
guidance
were
shewn
through
a
number
of
rooms
,
all
lofty
,
and
many
large
,
and
amply
furnished
in
the
taste
of
fifty
years
back
,
with
shining
floors
,
solid
mahogany
,
rich
damask
,
marble
,
gilding
,
and
carving
,
each
handsome
in
its
way
.
Of
pictures
there
were
abundance
,
and
some
few
good
,
but
the
larger
part
were
family
portraits
,
no
longer
anything
to
anybody
but
Mrs
.
Rushworth
,
who
had
been
at
great
pains
to
learn
all
that
the
housekeeper
could
teach
,
and
was
now
almost
equally
well
qualified
to
shew
the
house
.
On
the
present
occasion
she
addressed
herself
chiefly
to
Miss
Crawford
and
Fanny
,
but
there
was
no
comparison
in
the
willingness
of
their
attention
;
for
Miss
Crawford
,
who
had
seen
scores
of
great
houses
,
and
cared
for
none
of
them
,
had
only
the
appearance
of
civilly
listening
,
while
Fanny
,
to
whom
everything
was
almost
as
interesting
as
it
was
new
,
attended
with
unaffected
earnestness
to
all
that
Mrs
.
Rushworth
could
relate
of
the
family
in
former
times
,
its
rise
and
grandeur
,
regal
visits
and
loyal
efforts
,
delighted
to
connect
anything
with
history
already
known
,
or
warm
her
imagination
with
scenes
of
the
past
.
The
situation
of
the
house
excluded
the
possibility
of
much
prospect
from
any
of
the
rooms
;
and
while
Fanny
and
some
of
the
others
were
attending
Mrs
.
Rushworth
,
Henry
Crawford
was
looking
grave
and
shaking
his
head
at
the
windows
.
Every
room
on
the
west
front
looked
across
a
lawn
to
the
beginning
of
the
avenue
immediately
beyond
tall
iron
palisades
and
gates
.
Having
visited
many
more
rooms
than
could
be
supposed
to
be
of
any
other
use
than
to
contribute
to
the
window
-
tax
,
and
find
employment
for
housemaids
,
“
Now
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Rushworth
,
“
we
are
coming
to
the
chapel
,
which
properly
we
ought
to
enter
from
above
,
and
look
down
upon
;
but
as
we
are
quite
among
friends
,
I
will
take
you
in
this
way
,
if
you
will
excuse
me
.
”
They
entered
.
Fanny
’
s
imagination
had
prepared
her
for
something
grander
than
a
mere
spacious
,
oblong
room
,
fitted
up
for
the
purpose
of
devotion
:
with
nothing
more
striking
or
more
solemn
than
the
profusion
of
mahogany
,
and
the
crimson
velvet
cushions
appearing
over
the
ledge
of
the
family
gallery
above
.
“
I
am
disappointed
,
”
said
she
,
in
a
low
voice
,
to
Edmund
.
“
This
is
not
my
idea
of
a
chapel
.
There
is
nothing
awful
here
,
nothing
melancholy
,
nothing
grand
.
Here
are
no
aisles
,
no
arches
,
no
inscriptions
,
no
banners
.
No
banners
,
cousin
,
to
be
’
blown
by
the
night
wind
of
heaven
.
’
No
signs
that
a
’
Scottish
monarch
sleeps
below
.
’
”
“
You
forget
,
Fanny
,
how
lately
all
this
has
been
built
,
and
for
how
confined
a
purpose
,
compared
with
the
old
chapels
of
castles
and
monasteries
.
It
was
only
for
the
private
use
of
the
family
.
They
have
been
buried
,
I
suppose
,
in
the
parish
church
.
There
you
must
look
for
the
banners
and
the
achievements
.
”
“
It
was
foolish
of
me
not
to
think
of
all
that
;
but
I
am
disappointed
.
”
