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It
was
the
same
,
the
very
same
man
,
with
no
difference
but
of
dress
.
Anne
drew
a
little
back
,
while
the
others
received
his
compliments
,
and
her
sister
his
apologies
for
calling
at
so
unusual
an
hour
,
but
"
he
could
not
be
so
near
without
wishing
to
know
that
neither
she
nor
her
friend
had
taken
cold
the
day
before
,
"
&
c.
&
c
;
which
was
all
as
politely
done
,
and
as
politely
taken
,
as
possible
,
but
her
part
must
follow
then
.
Sir
Walter
talked
of
his
youngest
daughter
;
"
Mr
Elliot
must
give
him
leave
to
present
him
to
his
youngest
daughter
"
(
there
was
no
occasion
for
remembering
Mary
)
;
and
Anne
,
smiling
and
blushing
,
very
becomingly
shewed
to
Mr
Elliot
the
pretty
features
which
he
had
by
no
means
forgotten
,
and
instantly
saw
,
with
amusement
at
his
little
start
of
surprise
,
that
he
had
not
been
at
all
aware
of
who
she
was
.
He
looked
completely
astonished
,
but
not
more
astonished
than
pleased
;
his
eyes
brightened
!
and
with
the
most
perfect
alacrity
he
welcomed
the
relationship
,
alluded
to
the
past
,
and
entreated
to
be
received
as
an
acquaintance
already
.
He
was
quite
as
good-looking
as
he
had
appeared
at
Lyme
,
his
countenance
improved
by
speaking
,
and
his
manners
were
so
exactly
what
they
ought
to
be
,
so
polished
,
so
easy
,
so
particularly
agreeable
,
that
she
could
compare
them
in
excellence
to
only
one
person
's
manners
.
They
were
not
the
same
,
but
they
were
,
perhaps
,
equally
good
.
He
sat
down
with
them
,
and
improved
their
conversation
very
much
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
of
his
being
a
sensible
man
.
Ten
minutes
were
enough
to
certify
that
.
His
tone
,
his
expressions
,
his
choice
of
subject
,
his
knowing
where
to
stop
;
it
was
all
the
operation
of
a
sensible
,
discerning
mind
.
As
soon
as
he
could
,
he
began
to
talk
to
her
of
Lyme
,
wanting
to
compare
opinions
respecting
the
place
,
but
especially
wanting
to
speak
of
the
circumstance
of
their
happening
to
be
guests
in
the
same
inn
at
the
same
time
;
to
give
his
own
route
,
understand
something
of
hers
,
and
regret
that
he
should
have
lost
such
an
opportunity
of
paying
his
respects
to
her
.
She
gave
him
a
short
account
of
her
party
and
business
at
Lyme
.
His
regret
increased
as
he
listened
.
He
had
spent
his
whole
solitary
evening
in
the
room
adjoining
theirs
;
had
heard
voices
,
mirth
continually
;
thought
they
must
be
a
most
delightful
set
of
people
,
longed
to
be
with
them
,
but
certainly
without
the
smallest
suspicion
of
his
possessing
the
shadow
of
a
right
to
introduce
himself
.
If
he
had
but
asked
who
the
party
were
!
The
name
of
Musgrove
would
have
told
him
enough
.
"
Well
,
it
would
serve
to
cure
him
of
an
absurd
practice
of
never
asking
a
question
at
an
inn
,
which
he
had
adopted
,
when
quite
a
young
man
,
on
the
principal
of
its
being
very
ungenteel
to
be
curious
.
"
The
notions
of
a
young
man
of
one
or
two
and
twenty
,
"
said
he
,
"
as
to
what
is
necessary
in
manners
to
make
him
quite
the
thing
,
are
more
absurd
,
I
believe
,
than
those
of
any
other
set
of
beings
in
the
world
.
The
folly
of
the
means
they
often
employ
is
only
to
be
equalled
by
the
folly
of
what
they
have
in
view
"
But
he
must
not
be
addressing
his
reflections
to
Anne
alone
:
he
knew
it
;
he
was
soon
diffused
again
among
the
others
,
and
it
was
only
at
intervals
that
he
could
return
to
Lyme
.
His
enquiries
,
however
,
produced
at
length
an
account
of
the
scene
she
had
been
engaged
in
there
,
soon
after
his
leaving
the
place
.
Having
alluded
to
"
an
accident
,
"
he
must
hear
the
whole
.
When
he
questioned
,
Sir
Walter
and
Elizabeth
began
to
question
also
,
but
the
difference
in
their
manner
of
doing
it
could
not
be
unfelt
.
She
could
only
compare
Mr
Elliot
to
Lady
Russell
,
in
the
wish
of
really
comprehending
what
had
passed
,
and
in
the
degree
of
concern
for
what
she
must
have
suffered
in
witnessing
it
.
He
staid
an
hour
with
them
.
The
elegant
little
clock
on
the
mantel
-
piece
had
struck
"
eleven
with
its
silver
sounds
,
"
and
the
watchman
was
beginning
to
be
heard
at
a
distance
telling
the
same
tale
,
before
Mr
Elliot
or
any
of
them
seemed
to
feel
that
he
had
been
there
long
.
Anne
could
not
have
supposed
it
possible
that
her
first
evening
in
Camden
Place
could
have
passed
so
well
!
