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Anne
listened
,
but
without
quite
understanding
it
.
Allowances
,
large
allowances
,
she
knew
,
must
be
made
for
the
ideas
of
those
who
spoke
.
She
heard
it
all
under
embellishment
.
All
that
sounded
extravagant
or
irrational
in
the
progress
of
the
reconciliation
might
have
no
origin
but
in
the
language
of
the
relators
.
Still
,
however
,
she
had
the
sensation
of
there
being
something
more
than
immediately
appeared
,
in
Mr
Elliot
's
wishing
,
after
an
interval
of
so
many
years
,
to
be
well
received
by
them
.
In
a
worldly
view
,
he
had
nothing
to
gain
by
being
on
terms
with
Sir
Walter
;
nothing
to
risk
by
a
state
of
variance
.
In
all
probability
he
was
already
the
richer
of
the
two
,
and
the
Kellynch
estate
would
as
surely
be
his
hereafter
as
the
title
.
A
sensible
man
,
and
he
had
looked
like
a
very
sensible
man
,
why
should
it
be
an
object
to
him
?
She
could
only
offer
one
solution
;
it
was
,
perhaps
,
for
Elizabeth
's
sake
.
There
might
really
have
been
a
liking
formerly
,
though
convenience
and
accident
had
drawn
him
a
different
way
;
and
now
that
he
could
afford
to
please
himself
,
he
might
mean
to
pay
his
addresses
to
her
.
Elizabeth
was
certainly
very
handsome
,
with
well-bred
,
elegant
manners
,
and
her
character
might
never
have
been
penetrated
by
Mr
Elliot
,
knowing
her
but
in
public
,
and
when
very
young
himself
.
How
her
temper
and
understanding
might
bear
the
investigation
of
his
present
keener
time
of
life
was
another
concern
and
rather
a
fearful
one
.
Most
earnestly
did
she
wish
that
he
might
not
be
too
nice
,
or
too
observant
if
Elizabeth
were
his
object
;
and
that
Elizabeth
was
disposed
to
believe
herself
so
,
and
that
her
friend
Mrs
Clay
was
encouraging
the
idea
,
seemed
apparent
by
a
glance
or
two
between
them
,
while
Mr
Elliot
's
frequent
visits
were
talked
of
.
Anne
mentioned
the
glimpses
she
had
had
of
him
at
Lyme
,
but
without
being
much
attended
to
.
"
Oh
!
yes
,
perhaps
,
it
had
been
Mr
Elliot
.
They
did
not
know
.
It
might
be
him
,
perhaps
.
"
They
could
not
listen
to
her
description
of
him
.
They
were
describing
him
themselves
;
Sir
Walter
especially
.
He
did
justice
to
his
very
gentlemanlike
appearance
,
his
air
of
elegance
and
fashion
,
his
good
shaped
face
,
his
sensible
eye
;
but
,
at
the
same
time
,
"
must
lament
his
being
very
much
under-hung
,
a
defect
which
time
seemed
to
have
increased
;
nor
could
he
pretend
to
say
that
ten
years
had
not
altered
almost
every
feature
for
the
worse
.
Mr
Elliot
appeared
to
think
that
he
(
Sir
Walter
)
was
looking
exactly
as
he
had
done
when
they
last
parted
;
"
but
Sir
Walter
had
"
not
been
able
to
return
the
compliment
entirely
,
which
had
embarrassed
him
.
He
did
not
mean
to
complain
,
however
.
Mr
Elliot
was
better
to
look
at
than
most
men
,
and
he
had
no
objection
to
being
seen
with
him
anywhere
.
"
Mr
Elliot
,
and
his
friends
in
Marlborough
Buildings
,
were
talked
of
the
whole
evening
.
"
Colonel
Wallis
had
been
so
impatient
to
be
introduced
to
them
!
and
Mr
Elliot
so
anxious
that
he
should
!
"
and
there
was
a
Mrs
Wallis
,
at
present
known
only
to
them
by
description
,
as
she
was
in
daily
expectation
of
her
confinement
;
but
Mr
Elliot
spoke
of
her
as
"
a
most
charming
woman
,
quite
worthy
of
being
known
in
Camden
Place
,
"
and
as
soon
as
she
recovered
they
were
to
be
acquainted
.
Sir
Walter
thought
much
of
Mrs
Wallis
;
she
was
said
to
be
an
excessively
pretty
woman
,
beautiful
.
"
He
longed
to
see
her
.
He
hoped
she
might
make
some
amends
for
the
many
very
plain
faces
he
was
continually
passing
in
the
streets
.
The
worst
of
Bath
was
the
number
of
its
plain
women
.
He
did
not
mean
to
say
that
there
were
no
pretty
women
,
but
the
number
of
the
plain
was
out
of
all
proportion
.
He
had
frequently
observed
,
as
he
walked
,
that
one
handsome
face
would
be
followed
by
thirty
,
or
five-and-thirty
frights
;
and
once
,
as
he
had
stood
in
a
shop
on
Bond
Street
,
he
had
counted
eighty-seven
women
go
by
,
one
after
another
,
without
there
being
a
tolerable
face
among
them
.
It
had
been
a
frosty
morning
,
to
be
sure
,
a
sharp
frost
,
which
hardly
one
woman
in
a
thousand
could
stand
the
test
of
.
But
still
,
there
certainly
were
a
dreadful
multitude
of
ugly
women
in
Bath
;
and
as
for
the
men
!
they
were
infinitely
worse
.
Such
scarecrows
as
the
streets
were
full
of
!
It
was
evident
how
little
the
women
were
used
to
the
sight
of
anything
tolerable
,
by
the
effect
which
a
man
of
decent
appearance
produced
.
He
had
never
walked
anywhere
arm-in-arm
with
Colonel
Wallis
(
who
was
a
fine
military
figure
,
though
sandy-haired
)
without
observing
that
every
woman
's
eye
was
upon
him
;
every
woman
's
eye
was
sure
to
be
upon
Colonel
Wallis
.
"
Modest
Sir
Walter
!
He
was
not
allowed
to
escape
,
however
.
His
daughter
and
Mrs
Clay
united
in
hinting
that
Colonel
Wallis
's
companion
might
have
as
good
a
figure
as
Colonel
Wallis
,
and
certainly
was
not
sandy-haired
.
"
How
is
Mary
looking
?
"
said
Sir
Walter
,
in
the
height
of
his
good
humour
.
"
The
last
time
I
saw
her
she
had
a
red
nose
,
but
I
hope
that
may
not
happen
every
day
.
"
"
Oh
!
no
,
that
must
have
been
quite
accidental
.
In
general
she
has
been
in
very
good
health
and
very
good
looks
since
Michaelmas
.
"
"
If
I
thought
it
would
not
tempt
her
to
go
out
in
sharp
winds
,
and
grow
coarse
,
I
would
send
her
a
new
hat
and
pelisse
.
"
Anne
was
considering
whether
she
should
venture
to
suggest
that
a
gown
,
or
a
cap
,
would
not
be
liable
to
any
such
misuse
,
when
a
knock
at
the
door
suspended
everything
.
"
A
knock
at
the
door
!
and
so
late
!
It
was
ten
o'clock
.
Could
it
be
Mr
Elliot
?
They
knew
he
was
to
dine
in
Lansdown
Crescent
.
It
was
possible
that
he
might
stop
in
his
way
home
to
ask
them
how
they
did
.
They
could
think
of
no
one
else
.
Mrs
Clay
decidedly
thought
it
Mr
Elliot
's
knock
.
"
Mrs
Clay
was
right
.
With
all
the
state
which
a
butler
and
foot-boy
could
give
,
Mr
Elliot
was
ushered
into
the
room
.
