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They
were
obliged
to
move
.
Anne
talked
of
being
perfectly
ready
,
and
tried
to
look
it
;
but
she
felt
that
could
Henrietta
have
known
the
regret
and
reluctance
of
her
heart
in
quitting
that
chair
,
in
preparing
to
quit
the
room
,
she
would
have
found
,
in
all
her
own
sensations
for
her
cousin
,
in
the
very
security
of
his
affection
,
wherewith
to
pity
her
.
Their
preparations
,
however
,
were
stopped
short
.
Alarming
sounds
were
heard
;
other
visitors
approached
,
and
the
door
was
thrown
open
for
Sir
Walter
and
Miss
Elliot
,
whose
entrance
seemed
to
give
a
general
chill
.
Anne
felt
an
instant
oppression
,
and
wherever
she
looked
saw
symptoms
of
the
same
.
The
comfort
,
the
freedom
,
the
gaiety
of
the
room
was
over
,
hushed
into
cold
composure
,
determined
silence
,
or
insipid
talk
,
to
meet
the
heartless
elegance
of
her
father
and
sister
.
How
mortifying
to
feel
that
it
was
so
!
Her
jealous
eye
was
satisfied
in
one
particular
.
Captain
Wentworth
was
acknowledged
again
by
each
,
by
Elizabeth
more
graciously
than
before
.
She
even
addressed
him
once
,
and
looked
at
him
more
than
once
.
Elizabeth
was
,
in
fact
,
revolving
a
great
measure
.
The
sequel
explained
it
.
After
the
waste
of
a
few
minutes
in
saying
the
proper
nothings
,
she
began
to
give
the
invitation
which
was
to
comprise
all
the
remaining
dues
of
the
Musgroves
.
"
To-morrow
evening
,
to
meet
a
few
friends
:
no
formal
party
.
"
It
was
all
said
very
gracefully
,
and
the
cards
with
which
she
had
provided
herself
,
the
"
Miss
Elliot
at
home
,
"
were
laid
on
the
table
,
with
a
courteous
,
comprehensive
smile
to
all
,
and
one
smile
and
one
card
more
decidedly
for
Captain
Wentworth
.
The
truth
was
,
that
Elizabeth
had
been
long
enough
in
Bath
to
understand
the
importance
of
a
man
of
such
an
air
and
appearance
as
his
.
The
past
was
nothing
.
The
present
was
that
Captain
Wentworth
would
move
about
well
in
her
drawing-room
.
The
card
was
pointedly
given
,
and
Sir
Walter
and
Elizabeth
arose
and
disappeared
.
The
interruption
had
been
short
,
though
severe
,
and
ease
and
animation
returned
to
most
of
those
they
left
as
the
door
shut
them
out
,
but
not
to
Anne
.
She
could
think
only
of
the
invitation
she
had
with
such
astonishment
witnessed
,
and
of
the
manner
in
which
it
had
been
received
;
a
manner
of
doubtful
meaning
,
of
surprise
rather
than
gratification
,
of
polite
acknowledgement
rather
than
acceptance
.
She
knew
him
;
she
saw
disdain
in
his
eye
,
and
could
not
venture
to
believe
that
he
had
determined
to
accept
such
an
offering
,
as
an
atonement
for
all
the
insolence
of
the
past
.
Her
spirits
sank
.
He
held
the
card
in
his
hand
after
they
were
gone
,
as
if
deeply
considering
it
.
"
Only
think
of
Elizabeth
's
including
everybody
!
"
whispered
Mary
very
audibly
.
"
I
do
not
wonder
Captain
Wentworth
is
delighted
!
You
see
he
can
not
put
the
card
out
of
his
hand
.
"
Anne
caught
his
eye
,
saw
his
cheeks
glow
,
and
his
mouth
form
itself
into
a
momentary
expression
of
contempt
,
and
turned
away
,
that
she
might
neither
see
nor
hear
more
to
vex
her
.
The
party
separated
.
The
gentlemen
had
their
own
pursuits
,
the
ladies
proceeded
on
their
own
business
,
and
they
met
no
more
while
Anne
belonged
to
them
.
She
was
earnestly
begged
to
return
and
dine
,
and
give
them
all
the
rest
of
the
day
,
but
her
spirits
had
been
so
long
exerted
that
at
present
she
felt
unequal
to
more
,
and
fit
only
for
home
,
where
she
might
be
sure
of
being
as
silent
as
she
chose
.
Promising
to
be
with
them
the
whole
of
the
following
morning
,
therefore
,
she
closed
the
fatigues
of
the
present
by
a
toilsome
walk
to
Camden
Place
,
there
to
spend
the
evening
chiefly
in
listening
to
the
busy
arrangements
of
Elizabeth
and
Mrs
Clay
for
the
morrow
's
party
,
the
frequent
enumeration
of
the
persons
invited
,
and
the
continually
improving
detail
of
all
the
embellishments
which
were
to
make
it
the
most
completely
elegant
of
its
kind
in
Bath
,
while
harassing
herself
with
the
never-ending
question
,
of
whether
Captain
Wentworth
would
come
or
not
?
They
were
reckoning
him
as
certain
,
but
with
her
it
was
a
gnawing
solicitude
never
appeased
for
five
minutes
together
.
She
generally
thought
he
would
come
,
because
she
generally
thought
he
ought
;
but
it
was
a
case
which
she
could
not
so
shape
into
any
positive
act
of
duty
or
discretion
,
as
inevitably
to
defy
the
suggestions
of
very
opposite
feelings
