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Her
start
was
perceptible
only
to
herself
;
but
she
instantly
felt
that
she
was
the
greatest
simpleton
in
the
world
,
the
most
unaccountable
and
absurd
!
For
a
few
minutes
she
saw
nothing
before
her
;
it
was
all
confusion
.
She
was
lost
,
and
when
she
had
scolded
back
her
senses
,
she
found
the
others
still
waiting
for
the
carriage
,
and
Mr
Elliot
(
always
obliging
)
just
setting
off
for
Union
Street
on
a
commission
of
Mrs
Clay
's
.
She
now
felt
a
great
inclination
to
go
to
the
outer
door
;
she
wanted
to
see
if
it
rained
.
Why
was
she
to
suspect
herself
of
another
motive
?
Captain
Wentworth
must
be
out
of
sight
.
She
left
her
seat
,
she
would
go
;
one
half
of
her
should
not
be
always
so
much
wiser
than
the
other
half
,
or
always
suspecting
the
other
of
being
worse
than
it
was
.
She
would
see
if
it
rained
.
She
was
sent
back
,
however
,
in
a
moment
by
the
entrance
of
Captain
Wentworth
himself
,
among
a
party
of
gentlemen
and
ladies
,
evidently
his
acquaintance
,
and
whom
he
must
have
joined
a
little
below
Milsom
Street
.
He
was
more
obviously
struck
and
confused
by
the
sight
of
her
than
she
had
ever
observed
before
;
he
looked
quite
red
.
For
the
first
time
,
since
their
renewed
acquaintance
,
she
felt
that
she
was
betraying
the
least
sensibility
of
the
two
.
She
had
the
advantage
of
him
in
the
preparation
of
the
last
few
moments
.
All
the
overpowering
,
blinding
,
bewildering
,
first
effects
of
strong
surprise
were
over
with
her
.
Still
,
however
,
she
had
enough
to
feel
!
It
was
agitation
,
pain
,
pleasure
,
a
something
between
delight
and
misery
.
He
spoke
to
her
,
and
then
turned
away
.
The
character
of
his
manner
was
embarrassment
.
She
could
not
have
called
it
either
cold
or
friendly
,
or
anything
so
certainly
as
embarrassed
.
After
a
short
interval
,
however
,
he
came
towards
her
,
and
spoke
again
.
Mutual
enquiries
on
common
subjects
passed
:
neither
of
them
,
probably
,
much
the
wiser
for
what
they
heard
,
and
Anne
continuing
fully
sensible
of
his
being
less
at
ease
than
formerly
.
They
had
by
dint
of
being
so
very
much
together
,
got
to
speak
to
each
other
with
a
considerable
portion
of
apparent
indifference
and
calmness
;
but
he
could
not
do
it
now
.
Time
had
changed
him
,
or
Louisa
had
changed
him
.
There
was
consciousness
of
some
sort
or
other
.
He
looked
very
well
,
not
as
if
he
had
been
suffering
in
health
or
spirits
,
and
he
talked
of
Uppercross
,
of
the
Musgroves
,
nay
,
even
of
Louisa
,
and
had
even
a
momentary
look
of
his
own
arch
significance
as
he
named
her
;
but
yet
it
was
Captain
Wentworth
not
comfortable
,
not
easy
,
not
able
to
feign
that
he
was
.
It
did
not
surprise
,
but
it
grieved
Anne
to
observe
that
Elizabeth
would
not
know
him
.
She
saw
that
he
saw
Elizabeth
,
that
Elizabeth
saw
him
,
that
there
was
complete
internal
recognition
on
each
side
;
she
was
convinced
that
he
was
ready
to
be
acknowledged
as
an
acquaintance
,
expecting
it
,
and
she
had
the
pain
of
seeing
her
sister
turn
away
with
unalterable
coldness
.
Lady
Dalrymple
's
carriage
,
for
which
Miss
Elliot
was
growing
very
impatient
,
now
drew
up
;
the
servant
came
in
to
announce
it
.
It
was
beginning
to
rain
again
,
and
altogether
there
was
a
delay
,
and
a
bustle
,
and
a
talking
,
which
must
make
all
the
little
crowd
in
the
shop
understand
that
Lady
Dalrymple
was
calling
to
convey
Miss
Elliot
.
At
last
Miss
Elliot
and
her
friend
,
unattended
but
by
the
servant
,
(
for
there
was
no
cousin
returned
)
,
were
walking
off
;
and
Captain
Wentworth
,
watching
them
,
turned
again
to
Anne
,
and
by
manner
,
rather
than
words
,
was
offering
his
services
to
her
.
"
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
,
"
was
her
answer
,
"
but
I
am
not
going
with
them
.
The
carriage
would
not
accommodate
so
many
.
I
walk
:
I
prefer
walking
.
"
"
But
it
rains
.
"
