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”
For
the
present
the
danger
was
over
,
and
Fanny
’
s
sick
feelings
subsided
;
but
when
tea
was
soon
afterwards
brought
in
,
and
Sir
Thomas
,
getting
up
,
said
that
he
found
that
he
could
not
be
any
longer
in
the
house
without
just
looking
into
his
own
dear
room
,
every
agitation
was
returning
.
He
was
gone
before
anything
had
been
said
to
prepare
him
for
the
change
he
must
find
there
;
and
a
pause
of
alarm
followed
his
disappearance
.
Edmund
was
the
first
to
speak
—
“
Something
must
be
done
,
”
said
he
.
“
It
is
time
to
think
of
our
visitors
,
”
said
Maria
,
still
feeling
her
hand
pressed
to
Henry
Crawford
’
s
heart
,
and
caring
little
for
anything
else
.
“
Where
did
you
leave
Miss
Crawford
,
Fanny
?
”
Fanny
told
of
their
departure
,
and
delivered
their
message
.
“
Then
poor
Yates
is
all
alone
,
”
cried
Tom
.
“
I
will
go
and
fetch
him
.
He
will
be
no
bad
assistant
when
it
all
comes
out
.
”
To
the
theatre
he
went
,
and
reached
it
just
in
time
to
witness
the
first
meeting
of
his
father
and
his
friend
.
Sir
Thomas
had
been
a
good
deal
surprised
to
find
candles
burning
in
his
room
;
and
on
casting
his
eye
round
it
,
to
see
other
symptoms
of
recent
habitation
and
a
general
air
of
confusion
in
the
furniture
.
The
removal
of
the
bookcase
from
before
the
billiard
-
room
door
struck
him
especially
,
but
he
had
scarcely
more
than
time
to
feel
astonished
at
all
this
,
before
there
were
sounds
from
the
billiard
-
room
to
astonish
him
still
farther
.
Some
one
was
talking
there
in
a
very
loud
accent
;
he
did
not
know
the
voice
—
more
than
talking
—
almost
hallooing
.
He
stepped
to
the
door
,
rejoicing
at
that
moment
in
having
the
means
of
immediate
communication
,
and
,
opening
it
,
found
himself
on
the
stage
of
a
theatre
,
and
opposed
to
a
ranting
young
man
,
who
appeared
likely
to
knock
him
down
backwards
.
At
the
very
moment
of
Yates
perceiving
Sir
Thomas
,
and
giving
perhaps
the
very
best
start
he
had
ever
given
in
the
whole
course
of
his
rehearsals
,
Tom
Bertram
entered
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
;
and
never
had
he
found
greater
difficulty
in
keeping
his
countenance
.
His
father
’
s
looks
of
solemnity
and
amazement
on
this
his
first
appearance
on
any
stage
,
and
the
gradual
metamorphosis
of
the
impassioned
Baron
Wildenheim
into
the
well
-
bred
and
easy
Mr
.
Yates
,
making
his
bow
and
apology
to
Sir
Thomas
Bertram
,
was
such
an
exhibition
,
such
a
piece
of
true
acting
,
as
he
would
not
have
lost
upon
any
account
.
It
would
be
the
last
—
in
all
probability
—
the
last
scene
on
that
stage
;
but
he
was
sure
there
could
not
be
a
finer
.
The
house
would
close
with
the
greatest
eclat
.
There
was
little
time
,
however
,
for
the
indulgence
of
any
images
of
merriment
.
It
was
necessary
for
him
to
step
forward
,
too
,
and
assist
the
introduction
,
and
with
many
awkward
sensations
he
did
his
best
.
Sir
Thomas
received
Mr
.
Yates
with
all
the
appearance
of
cordiality
which
was
due
to
his
own
character
,
but
was
really
as
far
from
pleased
with
the
necessity
of
the
acquaintance
as
with
the
manner
of
its
commencement
.
Mr
.
Yates
’
s
family
and
connexions
were
sufficiently
known
to
him
to
render
his
introduction
as
the
“
particular
friend
,
”
another
of
the
hundred
particular
friends
of
his
son
,
exceedingly
unwelcome
;
and
it
needed
all
the
felicity
of
being
again
at
home
,
and
all
the
forbearance
it
could
supply
,
to
save
Sir
Thomas
from
anger
on
finding
himself
thus
bewildered
in
his
own
house
,
making
part
of
a
ridiculous
exhibition
in
the
midst
of
theatrical
nonsense
,
and
forced
in
so
untoward
a
moment
to
admit
the
acquaintance
of
a
young
man
whom
he
felt
sure
of
disapproving
,
and
whose
easy
indifference
and
volubility
in
the
course
of
the
first
five
minutes
seemed
to
mark
him
the
most
at
home
of
the
two
.
