I make no apology for my silence,because I know how little people think of letters in such a place as Bath.You must be a great deal too happy to care for Uppercross,which, as you well know, affords little to write about.We have had a very dull Christmas;Mr and Mrs Musgrove have not had one dinner party all the holidays.I do not reckon the Hayters as anybody. The holidays,however, are over at last:I believe no children ever had such long ones.I am sure I had not. The house was cleared yesterday,except of the little Harvilles;but you will be surprised to hear they have never gone home.Mrs Harville must be an odd mother to part with them so long.I do not understand it.They are not at all nice children, in my opinion;but Mrs Musgrove seems to like them quite as well,if not better, than her grandchildren.What dreadful weather we have had!It may not be felt in Bath, with your nice pavements;but in the country it is of some consequence.I have not had a creature call on me since the second week in January,except Charles Hayter,who had been calling much oftener than was welcome.Between ourselves, I think it a great pity Henrietta did not remain at Lyme as long as Louisa; it would have kept her a little out of his way. The carriage is gone to-day, to bring Louisa and the Harvilles to-morrow. We are not asked to dine with them, however, till the day after, Mrs Musgrove is so afraid of her being fatigued by the journey, which is not very likely, considering the care that will be taken of her; and it would be much more convenient to me to dine there to-morrow. I am glad you find Mr Elliot so agreeable, and wish I could be acquainted with him too; but I have my usual luck: I am always out of the way when any thing desirable is going on; always the last of my family to be noticed. What an immense time Mrs Clay has been staying with Elizabeth!Does she never mean to go away?But perhaps if she were to leave the room vacant,we might not be invited.Let me know what you think of this.I do not expect my children to be asked, you know.I can leave them at the Great House very well,for a month or six weeks.I have this moment heard that the Crofts are going to Bath almost immediately;they think the Admiral gouty.Charles heard it quite by chance;they have not had the civility to give me any notice,or of offering to take anything.I do not think they improve at all as neighbours.We see nothing of them,and this is really an instance of gross inattention.Charles joins me in love, and everything proper.Yours affectionately,
“MARY M——.
“I am sorry to say that I am very far from well;and Jemima has just told me that the butcher says there is a bad sore-throat very much about. I dare say I shall catch it; and my sore-throats, you know, are always worse than anybody’s.”
So ended the first part,which had been afterwards put into an envelope,containing nearly as much more.
“I kept my letter open,that I might send you word how Louisa bore her journey,and now I am extremely glad I did,having a great deal to add. In the first place,I had a note from Mrs Croft yesterday,offering to convey anything to you; a very kind,friendly note indeed, addressed to me,just as it ought; I shall therefore be able to make my letter as long as I like. The Admiral does not seem very ill, and I sincerely hope Bath will do him all the good he wants. I shall be truly glad to have them back again. Our neighbourhood cannot spare such a pleasant family. But now for Louisa. I have something to communicate that will astonish you not a little. She and the Harvilles came on Tuesday very safely, and in the evening we went to ask her how she did, when we were rather surprised not to find Captain Benwick of the party, for he had been invited as well as the Harvilles; and what do you think was the reason?Neither more nor less than his being in love with Louisa,and not choosing to venture to Uppercross till he had had an answer from Mr Musgrove; for it was all settled between him and her before she came away, and he had written to her father by Captain Harville. True, upon my honour!Are not you astonished?I shall be surprised at least if you ever received a hint of it,for I never did. Mrs Musgrove protests solemnly that she knew nothing of the matter. We are all very well pleased, however, for though it is not equal to her marrying Captain Wentworth, it is infinitely better than Charles Hayter; and Mr Musgrove has written his consent, and Captain Benwick is expected to-day. Mrs Harville says her husband feels a good deal on his poor sister’s account; but, however, Louisa is a great favourite with both. Indeed, Mrs Harville and I quite agree that we love her the better for having nursed her. Charles wonders what Captain Wentworth will say; but if you remember, I never thought him attached to Louisa; I never could see anything of it. And this is the end, you see, of Captain Benwick’s being supposed to be an admirer of yours. How Charles could take such a thing into his head was always incomprehensible to me. I hope he will be more agreeable now. Certainly not a great match for Louisa Musgrove, but a million times better than marrying among the Hayters.”
Mary need not have feared her sister’s being in any degree prepared for the news. She had never in her life been more astonished. Captain Benwick and Louisa Musgrove!It was almost too wonderful for belief,and it was with the greatest effort that she could remain in the room,preserve an air of calmness,and answer the common questions of the moment.Happily for her, they were not many.Sir Walter wanted to know whether the Crofts travelled with four horses,and whether they were likely to be situated in such a part of Bath as it might suit Miss Elliot and himself to visit in; but had little curiosity beyond.
“How is Mary?” said Elizabeth; and without waiting for an answer,“And pray what brings the Crofts to Bath?”
“They come on the Admiral’s account.He is thought to be gouty.”
“Gout and decrepitude!” said Sir Walter. “Poor old gentleman.”
“Have they any acquaintance here?” asked Elizabeth.
“I do not know; but I can hardly suppose that,at Admiral Croft’s time of life, and in his profession,he should not have many acquaintance in such a place as this. ”
“I suspect,” said Sir Walter coolly,“that Admiral Croft will be best known in Bath as the renter of Kellynch Hall.Elizabeth, may we venture to present him and his wife in Laura Place?”
“Oh, no!I think not. Situated as we are with Lady Dalrymple,cousins, we ought to be very careful not to embarrass her with acquaintance she might not approve. If we were not related, it would not signify; but as cousins, she would feel scrupulous as to any proposal of ours. We had better leave the Crofts to find their own level. There are several odd-looking men walking about here, who, I am told, are sailors. The Crofts will associate with them.”
This was Sir Walter and Elizabeth’s share of interest in the letter;when Mrs Clay had paid her tribute of more decent attention,in an enquiry after Mrs Charles Musgrove,and her fine little boys, Anne was at liberty.
In her own room, she tried to comprehend it.Well might Charles wonder how Captain Wentworth would feel!Perhaps he had quitted the field, had given Louisa up,had ceased to love, had found he did not love her.She could not endure the idea of treachery or levity,or anything akin to ill usage between him and his friend.She could not endure that such a friendship as theirs should be severed unfairly.