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“
You
are
not
serious
,
Tom
,
in
meaning
to
act
?
”
said
Edmund
,
in
a
low
voice
,
as
his
brother
approached
the
fire
.
“
Not
serious
!
never
more
so
,
I
assure
you
.
What
is
there
to
surprise
you
in
it
?
”
“
I
think
it
would
be
very
wrong
.
In
a
general
light
,
private
theatricals
are
open
to
some
objections
,
but
as
we
are
circumstanced
,
I
must
think
it
would
be
highly
injudicious
,
and
more
than
injudicious
to
attempt
anything
of
the
kind
.
It
would
shew
great
want
of
feeling
on
my
father
’
s
account
,
absent
as
he
is
,
and
in
some
degree
of
constant
danger
;
and
it
would
be
imprudent
,
I
think
,
with
regard
to
Maria
,
whose
situation
is
a
very
delicate
one
,
considering
everything
,
extremely
delicate
.
”
“
You
take
up
a
thing
so
seriously
!
as
if
we
were
going
to
act
three
times
a
week
till
my
father
’
s
return
,
and
invite
all
the
country
.
But
it
is
not
to
be
a
display
of
that
sort
.
We
mean
nothing
but
a
little
amusement
among
ourselves
,
just
to
vary
the
scene
,
and
exercise
our
powers
in
something
new
.
We
want
no
audience
,
no
publicity
.
We
may
be
trusted
,
I
think
,
in
chusing
some
play
most
perfectly
unexceptionable
;
and
I
can
conceive
no
greater
harm
or
danger
to
any
of
us
in
conversing
in
the
elegant
written
language
of
some
respectable
author
than
in
chattering
in
words
of
our
own
.
I
have
no
fears
and
no
scruples
.
And
as
to
my
father
’
s
being
absent
,
it
is
so
far
from
an
objection
,
that
I
consider
it
rather
as
a
motive
;
for
the
expectation
of
his
return
must
be
a
very
anxious
period
to
my
mother
;
and
if
we
can
be
the
means
of
amusing
that
anxiety
,
and
keeping
up
her
spirits
for
the
next
few
weeks
,
I
shall
think
our
time
very
well
spent
,
and
so
,
I
am
sure
,
will
he
.
It
is
a
very
anxious
period
for
her
.
”
As
he
said
this
,
each
looked
towards
their
mother
.
Lady
Bertram
,
sunk
back
in
one
corner
of
the
sofa
,
the
picture
of
health
,
wealth
,
ease
,
and
tranquillity
,
was
just
falling
into
a
gentle
doze
,
while
Fanny
was
getting
through
the
few
difficulties
of
her
work
for
her
.
Edmund
smiled
and
shook
his
head
.
“
By
Jove
!
this
won
’
t
do
,
”
cried
Tom
,
throwing
himself
into
a
chair
with
a
hearty
laugh
.
“
To
be
sure
,
my
dear
mother
,
your
anxiety
—
I
was
unlucky
there
.
”
“
What
is
the
matter
?
”
asked
her
ladyship
,
in
the
heavy
tone
of
one
half
-
roused
;
“
I
was
not
asleep
.
”
